#but unfortunately I have no ability to write whatsoever

[treepainting]

I just searched this up because I just read the latest chapter of an ongoing fic (that as far as I can tell is not even CLOSE to finished) and I noticed that the word count was stupidly large and was reminded of this post and, I kid you not this fic is currently sitting at 242,274 words

I love going back at this post and just marveling at the work and dedication and time it must have taken to get all of this written out- and it was done For Free. As a Hobby. That they do for Fun.

This kinda turned into an author appreciation post but 🤷🏻‍♀️ y’all deserve it.

How Long is this Fic Really?: A Guide

Word count in the HP Series: 

Sorcerer’s Stones: 76,944  Chamber of Secrets: 85,141 Prisoner of Azkaban: 107,253  Goblet of Fire: 190,637 Order of the Phoenix: 257,045 Half-Blood Prince: 168,923 Deathly Hallows: 198,227

Word count in the LOTR Series:

The Hobbit: 95,022 Fellowship of the Ring: 177,227 Two Towers: 143,436 Return of the King: 134,462

[bugs1nmybrain]

Mommy's Boy: Shigaraki x Fem!Reader~Mommy Kink~☆•°♡☆°●♡

As always, Minors do NOT interact!

I remember saying how I thought writing Shigaraki fucking you in front of Dabi was out of pocket, but I've pretty much thrown all humility out the window at this point. Upsidaisy.

Updated: Nov 26th, 2023

Traits about the reader: Medium to big boobs, curvy, thick thighs, implied to be either shigaraki's age (20 in this) or older, implied to be on birth control, bad at playing video games

Notes: NSFW/smut, mommy kink, sub/switch Shigaraki, fem reader, shy and moody Shigaraki???????, Shigaraki loves boobs, awkward reader and Shigaraki interactions, spanking (reader receiving), tit sucking, vulgar language, mutual masturbation, slight degrading, a sprinkle of praise, hair pulling (Tomura receiving), no condom, reader and Shigaraki play GTA 5 in the beginning, kinda cringe tbh, season 4 era Shigaraki

I know each of my fics always end right after sex I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to get better at some plot after sex because I feel like it's so cliché.

"You suck!"

Unfortunately for you and Shigaraki, there was only one controller for the PlayStation. He had wanted a gaming date but there wasn't much you two could do together, so you had compromised by taking turns on GTA (story mode by your request).

Tomura watched as you continued to knock into every car in your line of view. You'd back out of a car you had hit only to knock into another. When you finally made it to a mission that required shooting, you were doing halfway ok, but only because of the auto-aim mechanics to be completely honest. However, the cops just showed up, and now it was you (Trevor), Franklin, and Lamar against a shit load of police. Shigaraki hoped and prayed you'd start catching on, but you just kept on dying.

"GTA 5 is easy! How are you fucking up this bad?" Shigaraki ponders in a near-genuine tone.

"It's been a while! I haven't played for maybe over 6 months."

"It's not even hard whatsoever, I don't get this. Give me a turn."

"You played like 4 minutes ago."

"Yes, but you're bad at this and it's making my head hurt. Give me that stupid controller," Tomura, without your input, snatches the controller out of your hand and plows through the mission for you with ease. You slouch on his shoulder and mope, your feelings hurt by your own pathetic gaming abilities.

"Maybe we should do something that we could both do. Why do I want to just sit here and watch you play GTA all night?" You whine. Shiggy responds with an annoyed groan.

"Take it then! It's not my fault you're shit at this. Maybe try a strangers and freaks mission," Shigaraki drops the controller on your lap. You breathe in and set your waypoint to Vinewood Boulevard. Tomura observes you drive so cautiously that it's almost worse to watch you drive so slow than to smash into cars.

Tomura sighs in agitation and slumps his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your soft tummy and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He hugs you tight as he watches you fuck up your game and turns his attention away from your awful playthrough to something that he'd consider you to take more pride in.

Tomura glances at the v-neck of your black shirt that looked like his, only short-sleeved. He allows himself to look at your tits while you're distracted. He's had some pretty good self-restraint today, he'd say, as the push-up you were wearing was driving him fucking crazy. They looked so hot and the complexion of your skin gave them a lovely glow. He felt like a pathetic little bitchboy, wanting nothing more than to touch them and bury his face in your tits. It was a good thing you were so distracted by GTA because he was scoping the terrain out to plot his next move.

He felt embarrassed. The two of you have had sex many times, but he still felt annoying to want to appreciate your tits. Would he seem like a little bitch with mommy issues or something? Oh well, you were his girlfriend, right? If you didn't like it then you'd need to find a better toy to play with, though the thought fueled his blood because Shigaraki hadn't ever found anyone that took interest in him like you did.

There was no helping it. He was already growing a boner and you were already feeling it press against your ass as you sat in his lap.

"Tomura?"

He felt a shock surge through him, knowing full well why you were calling his name. So he didn't answer.

"Tomura, are you okay?" You giggle teasingly.

Don't do this to him, he thought. This was supposed to be a simple gaming night. But who was he kidding? 9 times out of 10 your dates ended in kind of sex.

"What gives you the impression that I'm not?" He says in an embarrassed tone. Was he feeling flustered? Cutie.

"Because something's poking me."

"Haha."

You laugh, a little surprised that he's not trying to come back with some cocky monologue like he always does. You turn around to face him to see the cutest scowl on his face. He's clearly frustrated and the boner in his pants only makes it cuter. You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap, resting on his thin frame with your thick thighs. The outline of your crotch presses against his bulge and he grunts in response.

"What's wrong, Tomura?" You coo at him and begin stroking his hair tenderly. You're going to kill him, he swears. His gaze stays stuck on the TV screen as your player stands outside of the Los Santos hospital, but you turn his face to look at you instead. "Why are you being so moody?"

"Your tits have been distracting me all day," he pouts with a flustered face, his eyes now making their way toward your cleavage.

The immediate cackle you respond with almost softens Shiggy's cock all the way, feeling insulted.

"I'm serious," he says with a grumpy voice.

"Really? Is that all, baby?" You smirk with a nurturing voice.

"Pretty much."

Taking Tomura's neck, you kiss his nape gently. He cups your hips with his hands, leaving some fingers up so as to not harm the only person who has both shown him love as well as not piss him off to no end (well, for the most part). You begin grinding on his cock which creates heavy, frustrated sighs from him.

You continue to play with Tomura's hair, messaging his scalp in between your fingers. He tilts his head backwards with a drawn-out whine as if he hasn't been touched in his whole life. That notion wasn't entirely false, before you Tomura hadn't received physical affection like this from anyone and assumed he never would because of his quirk. You were such a lucky catch for him. Maybe it was why he was hesitant to say his needs, he was scared he'd weird you out and that you'd ditch him.

Damn, when did he start caring about how somebody else would feel about his actions?

"What's wrong?" You ask caringly.

"I told you what's wrong."

"Oh, right. What can I do to make it better?"

"Mm.." Shigaraki stares at your chest and back up to you, hoping that you would pick up on his desires without him having to say it. He felt so cringy right now, like a little subby boy begging for access to your tits.

He gives up on trying to be nice when you continue to play dumb. You were doing it on purpose, for sure. A part of you loved seeing Tomura shy and polite like this, as he was usually so abrasive. He tugs on the V of your shirt and whispers in your ear, "are you too numb to get the idea?"

"And what's that?" You banter.

"Bitch. What am I supposed to tell you? That I want to suck on your tits?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Shut up!!"

"It's okay," You laugh. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I know you've got mommy issues."

"What of it? Is that a problem for you?"

"No," you giggle. "Do you need me to spoil you, baby?"

"Ew."

"I'm trying."

Tomura cackles, his broody demeanor. He squeezes your love handles and buries his face in your neck again.

"It's not my fault that you've got the body of a MILF. How am I supposed to react?"

"Wow, what a compliment."

"It is a compliment," Shigaraki snickers as he begins kissing your neck and down your chest. His hands travel from your love handles up to your waist, gripping like his life depended on it. "So, are you going to let me indulge or what?"

You giggle are stroke his long hair as he hums in question, embarrassed by his request, but somehow honored.

"Knock yourself out."

"Mmm, thank you mommy.."

"Oh my god you didn't just say that."

"Just roll with it."

Shigaraki takes a finger and tugs at your V-neck, but is disappointed at your bra. He reaches underneath to unclasp the back and yanks it out from your shirt. His attention focuses back on your tits. Tomura pulls your collar down to reveal one. He wastes no time and begins sucking tenderly. You can feel his cock growing more inside his pants, so you start grinding on the fabric, causing him to grunt while your tit is in his mouth.

Tomura pulls the other breast out from your shirt, taking a moment to gawk at them before going for the other. He teases your other nipple with his fingers. You hadn't realized how sensitive your tits really were as his tongue was flickering against your nipple causing a dripping arousal to seep through your underwear. You whine at the pleasure.

"Is this making you feel good baby?" You ask sultrily to Tomura. He responds with an eager "Mhm" and continues sucking. After what seemed like forever he lifts his head up and pulls your face down to kiss him, his saliva-coated mouth being a lovely adhesive between your lips.

"Your tits are so cute, mommy.."

"When did I consent to this mommy treatment?" You giggle.

"You're literally the one who told me I have mommy issues! Don't make me feel like shit for this."

"I'm not!" you laugh. "I'm just teasing."

You kiss him and continue to tug at his hair, "Does my baby boy need mommy to take good care of him?"

"Yes please.."

"Please, who?"

"Please mommy.."

"Mm.." You lift off of his lap and take your leggings and shirt off, leaving your full figure out for him. He puts up a finger to signal "wait" and reaches over to his bag on the floor and pulls out his special gloves. Fuck what would he do without them? He needs his hand condoms if he's gonna thoroughly make love with you.

"You're so sexy," he says, trailing his fingers to your wet cunt as he begins stroking your clit. You whimper in excitement and begin to pull down his pants. His cute cock slips out, standing proud with pre-cum already leaking out from the tip. As he continues toying with your pussy, you stroke his sensitive cock which creates lovely scratchy moans from his throat.

"God..that's it...," Shigaraki his horny, pulsing cock out on your clit, rubbing circles on it rapidly. You moan out lightly, grinding your clit against his fingers to create more friction. You rub his dick in fast as he submissively cries out in pleasure. Your clit twitches in familiar waves of pleasure once he begins sucking on your tit again.

"Is mommy gonna cum?" Tomura teases, releasing his mouth from your breast to only go to the other.

"Mhm!"

The look on his face when you began falling onto him as you came was unlike him. Tomura snickers in pride, pulling you in for a kiss while you kept stroking his cock.

"I think you deserve some privileges," you coo at him, and you sit on his lap yet again.

"I do? Have I been a good boy?"

"Mhm. Very good boy."

You circle your groin around Tomura's leaking cock as he whines out in pleading.

"Please, mommy..."

"Please mommy what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me mommy, pleaaaase...."

With a pleasant hum in your throat, you reach down to rub Tomura's cock, then inserting it inside of your dripping cunt. Tomura groans loudly at your gooey, wet walls and attempts to push his cock deeper into you, begging for you to fuck him. To his satisfaction, to begin to bounce on his cock in rhythm, and Tomura swears you're going to drive him insane.

"Mm..does my baby boy like this? Does he feel good?"

"Fuck, yes...," Shigaraki moans. He watches intently as your tits bounce while you fuck him. He smacks your ass in frustration, shocking you.

"I guess I'm a bad boy, then. Are you gonna punish me?" He chuckles maniacally.

"Tomura, that wasn't very nice of you," you squeal, pulling at his hair in response.

Without speaking you begin bouncing on him in a quicker pace than before. Shigaraki holds around your waist tight as he thrusts, trying to savor every inch of your pussy. You were so fucking tight, but so wet too. Your cunt always made him leak, but tonight it was driving him mad.

"..fuck me...fuck me harder, mommy!"

"MmmMM! Fuck! God, mommy, you're gonna milk me.."

You oblige, hopping on him while you clench your walls, purposely trying to milk him.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside of mommy's pussy."

You definitely didn't have to tell him twice. Tomura sufficates himself into your neck as he holds you tight, fucking you until he finally cums deep. His orgasm is intense and long, as he continues to pump you full of cum for many seconds.

Panting and sweating, Shigaraki kisses you once more before you lift your pussy off of his cock, cum oozing out onto his lap. He snuggles in your arms and you stroke his hair. He whines from his cock that's still throbbing after his orgasm.

"Did that feel good, baby?" You ask with a nurturing tone, kissing his scrunkly forehead.

"Uh-huh...I don't know if I've ever came that hard."

"Mommy told you she'd take good care of you."

"Okay stop it. That shit is over and done with," he laughs and flicks your forehead. You rest your head down on his chest while he holds you tight, breathing heavily as he pets your skin.

"I love you," Tomura says and kisses your head as he yawns, sleepy from his orgasm.

"I love you too, Tomura."

"Next time Daddy's gonna have to do something special for you."

[wajjs]

I am always thinking about how Morrison planned on explicitly (as in, leaving no doubt about it) writing Hal as pansexual. And considering the character, it makes so much sense.

Partly because of his close contact with aliens who have so many different definitions and understandings of gender, and also because when it comes to his relationships with fellow humans he has romantic/sexual tension with a lot of people regardless of their gender.

I think it would've been cool to explore that, and would've also helped modernize the character. Writing him as pansexual isn't a stretch at all, since, well, there is proof everywhere (and across different universes/earths/and canons).

The way I see it, having him directly confront his sexuality and sexual attraction can also lead to him confronting his attachment issues. Hal is a very sexual, and also very romantic, person, and the type to show his feelings in a grand romantic gesture kind of way. I mean. The whole plane thing. C'mon.

But also, when someone has a part of themselves they're blind to, that directly affects their relationships. And I think that, ultimately, that's what affects Hal's ability to stay with someone (except, funnily enough, for the DKR earth, where he's happily married with a kid) without sabotaging it himself.

On that same vein, I do also think fandom tends to misinterpret Hal's relationship with gender. I think part of the blame has to do with the fact that those Spectre panels have been reposted to infinity and beyond without any sort of context, and that mixes well with the fact that unfortunately a lot of people just don't read comics at all.

I do not think those panels are meant to be taken as Hal being secretly transfem, though it is definitely interesting and heartwarming to think/write what ifs in which that is true.

What we see is that the feminine version is just one part of Hal, but not THE part. She doesn't have dominance over the others whatsoever. There are other versions of himself that also cannot be exactly tied down to any binary gender whatsoever.

It's my opinion that, if anything, Hal is genderfluid, but is somewhat unaware of it since he thinks that's the natural state of things. (And I also think he would only use he/him pronouns even if he becomes fully aware of his genderfluidness.)

[ruanais]

。。。 FOUR, NINE, THIRTEEN 。。。

• — { omnipresent. chapter one: }

• — {warnings : mentions of suicide, dark content, no nsfw but things that could be triggering, dazai :P , bad writing, reader curses a lot, maybe some typos, etc. etc.}

• — {special thanks to : silver for helping me write + plan the plot, thank u to red and kat for taking their time to beta read, and thank u to mai for also helping with the plot ! }

• — { tagging the people who expressed interest ! @settingssun | @silverbladexyz @cheriiyaya | @kxttqi | @riiwrites + comment under this post to be tagged ! }

THE FIRST TIME Dazai Osamu met you, it was midnight. he was just walking to a bar and you were on the edge of a bridge railing, dressed in a school uniform. probably from a prestigious high school and not more than 15, he guessed when he took a better look at you. 

it was raining a storm, Rain had soaked through your clothes, and your hair was drenched. Paired with the harsh wind, you must be freezing. 

You were looking down at the river, a rather far away look in your eyes as you were seemingly in a dilemma, weighing two choices and- 

oh. 

dazai had already got the gist of what you were about to do, yet made no motion whatsoever. still and silent as a shadow, even when you took in a sharp breath and stepped off, falling down to the river’s current

a splash and you were gone forever, leaving him alone on the bridge.

now he was blankly staring at where you were mere seconds ago. not caring to even move. rooted at where he was. but several questions ran through his mind at that moment.

did you notice him staring? 

it wasn’t any use thinking about it so he let it go. 

the second time he encountered you, he had heard a series of gunshots then quickly headed to there. you were already dead. shot by someone he couldn’t catch.

Obviously, he was surprised to see your face but quickly collected himself, called the police, and left. finding it suspicious but quickly brushing it off his mind as he had more urgent and important matters to take care of than the measly death of someone he didn’t know. 

the third time he saw you, you were crossing the street. a calico cat in your arms as you talked to it, petting its fur and a warm smile on your face. 

then, you turned your head and caught sight of him, you widened your eyes seemingly in recognition, but you had ran, almost as if you were trying to escape from him.

well, dazai had tried to chase after you. But in your haste, you had failed to look at the road. tires screeched and you got hit by a car. 

he had ran and reached out his hand to try and pull you away despite knowing it was futile. but it was too late. blood splattered on him, staining his hand. Not that he ever cared. 

the cat was unhurt though, somehow miraculously shielded by your body. its large eyes looking into his’s before letting out a small meow then ran away. leaving you on the ground. 

sirens cut through the deathly silence, medics quickly rushing out of an ambulance after a bystander called the police. arriving just a few minutes later.

He tsked, running his hand through his hair, and and slipped away from there, away from that street, never to return.

on the fourth time, he saw you again. now convinced that you were a special case, he had to find you before you were gone. 

but unfortunately, he was too late again. you were a member of an rival organisation, holding important information and so was captured, interrogated, then brutally killed by one of the executive’s ability. crimson red blood pooled around your corpse before he got a chance to talk to you. 

“she already told us what we needed to know already. it’s no use keeping her around.” was what ozaki said when he demanded an explanation. “best to kill them before they cause further trouble. Say, dazai, don’t tell me-?” she frowned, shooting him a small glare. sighing deeply when he shook his head no. 

“I have to say, she was quite pathetic. Immediately telling us everything when we threatened the lives of her subordinates… I overestimated her.” was what she said while walking away slowly disappearing into the darkness, leaving him alone in the dim room. 

it was strange, he had to admit. the fact that you died every time before he got the chance to talk to you was quite eerie. not that he could do anything about it. Then, he left you again, leaving his underlings to clean up the mess. 

it happened nine times more, but instead of seeing you directly, he saw it on the news or heard it from his acquaintances. looking at your picture, you looked different in every universe but you had the same features. just enough to be recognizable. 

…

He was in the agency now, a new member. And amazingly, in record time, he was already doppo kunikida’s worst nightmare. 

today was his third day. how boring was this? 

in short: indescribable.

he felt like a deer caught in a spotlight. Far too out of place. Dazai knew how to put on an act, one to cover his true intentions quite nicely. Not enough to fool edogawa, of course. But enough to fool everyone else. 

he had listened to what odasaku had told him, be someone who saves people. he did or tried, or it would be something that he would do later. Depends, really.

…maybe one of the reasons he decided to follow through with his friend’s words was to make himself feel better. From what though? 

the guilt of not being able to save you? Maybe not stopping you from dying on the first time you met? 

Impossible. he was known as the demon prodigy after all when he was back in the port mafia, famous for being someone who had no remorse for murdering hundreds or committing endless heinous crimes. 

How troublesome. Such emotions were an obstacle to his goals. 

He tried to get rid of it. ignoring the guilt that was eating his heart away helped only a bit. But distractions helped. A few bottles of sake and his guilt would leave him for a while. 

But maybe paired with the fact that he couldn’t help nor save sakunosuke oda only made it worse. 

guilt was annoying. Troublesome, a nuisance. just about anything that was negative, he thinks, leaning back in his seat and ignoring the reports he has to write. 

actually, all emotions were useless. Was what he thought, turning around and around. 

…come to think of it, he never saw you in this universe before. nor even heard of you. 

maybe you don’t even exist right now. 

which is weird. since you seem to pop up randomly in every universe he’s in. 

really, really, reallyyyyyyy suspicious- 

“Ow!” 

A book hit his head, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Get to work dazai!” 

ah yes, classic kunikida. Always and forever strict and doesn’t like fun. Why were all math teachers like that? oh. even former ones. all they do is yell, scream, scold, yep math is definitely ruining the minds of everyone.

“Fineeee…these are boring though… I’ll do it later….” he whines, laying his head on his desk, drawing random shapes with his finger on the light brown wooden table. 

“Just do your work already!” Kunikida yelled, clearly at his breaking point.

“Come onnnn kunikidaaaaa just let me have some funn~” 

“You can have fun after work is over-“ 

“Aaah! sorry I'm late!” 

The agency’s door bangs open, and a disheveled young woman appears.

you?

he automatically freezes, eyes widening as he feels a chill run down his spine, dazai did just a quick double check to see if his vision is finally failing him.

the same eye colour? check.

the same hair colour? check.

the same height? check.

check, check, check.

fuck

Was what Dazai thinks after mentally checking off everything. His eyebrows furrowing. it was getting even more suspicious. Normally, you would die before he got to interact with you, so isn't this practically giving him a chance to know about you? What the hell does it- does it even fucking make sense? 

obviously not. 

which…didn’t make things any easier. 

kunikida mutters something under his breath before marching towards you, ready to give out yet another lecture. “Now why were you late?!” 

“uhm…I had to work a longer shift?” you said, shifting from one foot to the other. “Uh…it also didn’t help that there were more customers than usual..?” you added, awkwardly smiling as you sweatdropped nervously. 

“how many times do I have to tell you to fix your schedule?!” kunikida practically screams at you. “This has been the 5th time this month!” he stomps his foot before sighing, walking back to his seat and sitting down before checking his watch; “see? Now you’ve made me 3 minutes behind!” he groans, but promptly pushes back up his eyeglasses and opens back his computer to work.

“It wasn’t my fault- oh! new member huh? hi. want meat buns anyone?” you raise up a paper bag of warm buns, waiting for their response. instantly, almost everyone in that room raises their hand up. Except for kunikida and dazai.

“…we need to save some for president and haruno though.” Yosano reminded you as she reached into the bag for one. “i bought another bag of them, it’s fine!” you reassured her, then walked towards dazai.

 “hey, you. Do you like meat buns?” you ask, before letting him having a chance to answer, you stuffed the whole bun into his mouth when you got the chance, “it’s good right?” ignoring the fact that he may be choking right now. But who cares when you have dr. yosano? 

“Yep!” he replies after a while when he finished the bun, putting on a charming smile, pausing for a few moments before adding something utterly ridiculous; “would you be interested in committing a double suici-?” 

“no.” you interrupted, cutting him off. hitting his head with a folder you took from kunikida’s desk. Not noticing the slight ouch he let out. “I’m far too young to die yet.” You declare, taking out a bun and apparently practically inhaling it in less than a minute.

“What’s your name by the way?” “Dazai Osamu.” “That’s a weird name.” You remark, placing back the folder. “Anyways, I’m [name].“

“no last name?” “[name]’s surname is a mystery to everyone. only the president and ranpo know it, but apparently they wont even give a hint.” Yosano yawned stretching her arms.

“But, if you successfully guess what is her last name, you get half the money in her purse!” A random staff member chimed in.

“shut up!” you huff, “and my last name isn’t that important anyways! Besides, I’m not paying anyone for guessing my last name correctly-“

“all of you shut up! We won’t ever get any work done at this rate! Dazai, focus on your damned reports! [name]! Help organise these folders!”

kunikida hollered, now practically spitting fire. Well, to avoid trouble, everyone got to work. Expect for dazai that is. Unfortunately, he was still lazing around until you threatened to tell the president of his tardiness.

“Who knew [name] could be so strict? you really wouldn’t know her from just 3 years ago.” yosano teases as you glare at her. “Let’s not talk about that time.” You cringe, tensing up at the memory.

“ehh? but you were so cute back then! now you’re just a boring adult…” the doctor sighs, “at least I can go out to drink with you now.” she added, browsing through grotesque pictures of victims’ deaths. “oooo now this looks good…” she mumbled, absorbed in choosing the next picture to hang in her room. 

“Well im glad that I changed.” you say as you pour some coffee into your cup. How the coffee machine got placed on your desk was a wonder but no one asked why, already used to your rather unusual actions.

“Mmm…pretty sure you’re the only one that feels like that.” 

…

“I swear to God I’m gonna dieeee…” you slump in your chair, frowning after a few hours passed. evening had arrived and it was just about 6:00PM. The sun was in the process of setting, a warm orange-reddish glow settled around the agency.

everyone was occupied with something; dazai with his beloved a guide to suicide book, you with your day dreaming, kunikida with his work, yosano with her pictures, the staff with their own things, and ranpo who finally arrived after buying his snacks and is now feasting on them.

“there’s more work for today. Good job everyone. Feel free to home and rest.” the president suddenly appears from from his office, a black cat and haruno following him close behind.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: the man responsible for creating the Armed Detective Agency. the cat sat down the floor, then stared up at the president, letting out a small ‘meow!’ earning a few “awwws” from the agency staff and members.

“goodness…that cat is cute…” you murmur, playing with a pen. “I’ll bet I’ll scare the shit outta them the second i try to go near there though. what a shame.” You sigh before picking up your phone, after hearing numerous pings, you quickly scrolled through them, then got up, took your bag and started out.

“well then, thank you all for the hard work and please excuse me for leaving before you. I’ll see you all tomorrow then. Also! president! There’s a bag of meat buns for you and haruno! enjoy!” You waved, opened the door, and left. stretching your arms when you felt like you finally tasted the freedom of after finishing work.

you soon arrived at the train station, buying a ticket then entered the train. Suprisingly, there weren’t too much people. That’s good. after all, being stuffed in a train with loads of people like sardines in a can was never fun.

sitting down, you glanced out the window, admiring how pretty the sky looked when the sun was setting. Maybe you should wake up earlier tomorrow to see the sunrise…which would probably never happen since waking up in the mornings were hell.

nothing was really new. you followed the same routine everyday. wake up, brush your teeth, eat something, dress, then head to uzumaki cafe to work.

Which usually lasted until the afternoons. Then, you walked up to the agency’s office and helped with almost anything until your roommate spammed your messages to buy groceries or beer or whatever.

you’d head back, make dinner, do chores, shower, mess around then practically pass out in your bed until 7:00am and repeat.

you followed the same routine today as well, get back, made dinner, which today consisted of rice, vegetables, and soup. after that, you headed to bed a bit later than usual. due to innasomia from caffeine.

you really shouldn’t have drunk that much coffee at night.

either way, you were content with how things were. And you had thought that tomorrow would be the same as before until you woke up due to your phone ringing.

squinting at your clock, you wince. It was quite early: 8:00am and you only got 4 hours of sleep. just the day when you got the rare chance to head to work late.

groaning, you reached for your phone blindly, knocking down a few things until you could finally get a hold of it.

“…hello?” You groggily ask when you answer the phone, immediately snapping awake from your half asleep state after realising what the other person on the line just said.

“what the actual living fuck?”

rua’s notes : and that concludes the first chapter! whoaaaa it sure took a while huh :0 since it’s only the 1st, I wont immediately write abt the reader and osamu’s relationship :3 also, the reader has a ability ! (just wait a few more chapters) also chapter two will be focusing back on dazai !

thank u for reading this cringy ass fic that I stayed up all night writing !

[stayevildarling]

Hi. I saw you are running low on inspiration for some Delia, Mina, & Billie fics. I was shifting through and found some fun prompts that could be fun to use with them!

“Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

“You left me alone.”

“Don’t cry please.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re bleeding.”

“Don’t yell at me!”

“What did you do?”

No pressure whatsoever, inspiration comes naturally so it’s okay if you don’t have it currently. I have been loving the Marvel fics too but I do miss our girls Delia, Mina, and Billie! Thankkk youu. Take care!

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Basement Blues

A/N: Thank you very much for sending these prompts. I got a request that instantly reminded me of this and so I combined it🫶🏼.

initial request:

Hiii as per usual I’m watching a horror movie and I was wondering .. could you write a fiction where r decides to join Billie during the inspection of a presumed ‘haunted house’ and her coworkers, while Billie is checking upstairs, pull a prank on r deciding to leave her behind in the basement. Little did they know that a ghost lurked there, anything but kind, leaving r absolutely terrified. Maybe she hurt herself trying to push the door open. When Billie finds out what happened, she is both outraged and deeply sorry for r, who won’t speak but only cry and shake in fear. It could be a hurt comfort fic w multiple characters too, I was thinking Cordelia and Mina maybe? (You choose) When Billie comes back home with r, Mina and Delia will surely ask her questions, noticing r’s state. The three of them trying to pick up the pieces. Thanksss <<3

tw: mention of ghosts, mention of haunted house, mention of cursing, mention of smoking, mention of blood

word count: 6k

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The academy had been quiet today, the soft sound of rainfall shuddering against the windows overlooking the gardens and greenhouse of the coven, your home. As your partners go on about their usual days, Billie Dean filming her show- getting ready to film the last bits for her newest season, Cordelia working in the academy, guiding a group of witches in improving their magical abilities and Wilhemina equally at work, you find yourself feeling a little bored.

Now it certainly didn't happen often, as you had a career of your own, but unfortunately you are off from work for a week, which usually you would enjoy, if it meant their schedules lined up with your own. However, as it was a little short notice, neither of them could take any time off, leaving you almost like a lost puppy wandering the academy. Often you had wished you could also be a witch, get taught by Cordelia and spend your afternoons or days off working on spells, witchcraft and potions. But you couldn't and so the only thing you had been doing today was some reading, getting started on some dinner preparations and checking in on the supreme from time to time. Despite not being a student at the academy, you wanted to make yourself useful and so you had spent your morning in the greenhouse, tidying up the potion shelves, organising the various ingredients and labelling some jars. Afterwards, you watered the plants, ensuring they receive the proper care, despite the supreme caring and tending to them regularly but you knew she had been busy lately.

However, as the day goes on, you find yourself growing increasingly bored, sighing to yourself, you lean on the kitchen counter, overlooking the gardens and how it was by now pouring down with rain, the sky filled with dark clouds and making the aura almost a little gloomy. Your thoughts are interrupted when the sound of the front door opening and closing startles you a little, causing you to instantly turn around, your features beaming. A small smirk makes it's way onto your features, as you watch your girlfriend Billie Dean walk inside, abandoning her umbrella nearby before kicking off her heels. Almost with graze, she abandons her handbag and blazer in the hallway before sighing heavily at the rain and knowing she would need an extensive hair care routine tonight, as otherwise she would be overwhelmed with her hair going frizzy and wavy. You peek your head around the doorframe, watching her in quiet adoration and giggling a little at her antics.

,,Hi'' you beam a little, your genuine smile instantly lighting up the room as you didn't expect the medium to be home just yet. ,,Hi babydoll'' she greets you warmly, her features equally lighting up before opening her arms. ,,Come here'' she offers and you comply, letting her steady arms wrap around you as you nuzzle yourself further into her neck, taking in her scent of expensive Chanel perfume and vanilla. ,,How's my baby girl?'' she asks gently before you mutter out a quiet ,,I'm k Billie, how about you?''. As the two of you pull away, you follow her into the kitchen where she takes a seat, lighting a cigarette before filling you in about her day. ,,How was filming?'' you ask excitedly as you watch her light the cigarette with again such grace. ,,It was good darling, we have one more house to film at tomorrow and then we should be mostly done'' she announces, brushing her fingertips through her slightly soaked curls.

,,Where are you filming tomorrow then?'' you ask curiously before she fills you in a little further, the two of you getting lost a little in conversation and Billie filling you in on all the details about her day. She watches curiously as you listen intently to her every word and as she abandons her cigarette in a nearby ashtray, before turning the coffee machine on, she can't help but notice how spotless the place is, not just the kitchen but the academy as a whole. ,,What did you get up to today darling? other than cleaning?'' she chuckles, knowing you to be a bit of a neat freak. When your gaze averts hers, the blonde can tell that something was on your mind, in fact she had noticed it as soon as she greeted you as you normally aren't that clingy or cuddly straight away. Her features tense a little as she tilts her head to the side to get a look at you ,,What's the matter?'' she asks, her tone soft but a little stern at the same time. ,,Nothing Billie'' you assure, quickly smiling at her to make the statement more believable.

Her eyebrows furrow as she sits back down again, her gentle hand finding yours on the table and holding it in place. ,,What is it?'' she tries again, her eyes piercing right through you as you meet her brown ones. Sighing heavily you avert her gaze again before speaking ,,I've just been bored today, I have done everything that I could think of but I always feel a little useless when I'm not working or when I'm not around either of you'' you admit. The statement causes for her to frown a little before she begins thinking ,,You're off for the rest of the week right?'' she asks, causing you to nod at her question. ,,I'm sorry darling but I promise I'll take you somewhere nice this weekend hm?'' she tries, causing you to simply nod sadly, excited at her offer but knowing you would still have to wait a whole week for that to happen. Billie watches as an idea quite literally ripples through you, causing your eyebrows to shoot upwards, a smirk on your features ,,What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?'' she smirks before you fill her in ,,Can I pwease go to work with you tomorrow?'' you ask excitedly, your features beaming once again.

The medium scratches her head before beginning to play with her rings, thinking about it for a moment. You had often asked Billie as you are a big fan of her show and she had taken you for some promo bits a few times. Her crew loved you anyway as you always made yourself useful and got everyone coffee so she simply smiles at you before nodding. ,,Sure babydoll, I'd love to take you'' she reassures before you beam a little, kicking your feet up and down in excitement and she chuckles then at your adorableness, before pressing a kiss to the hand that she is still holding. Glancing at the time, you notice you should carry on finishing dinner preparations and so you do just that, walking back over the fridge and setting the ingredients down. You smile warmly as you feel Billie's arms wrap around you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder ,,What are we having tonight babydoll?'' she whispers. ,,Tacos'' you announce before she presses a kiss to your cheek. ,,Oh, you truly are an angel'' she smiles before walking away, swaying her hips a little more than necessary. ,,I'll just be in the shower darling'' she announces before leaving you.

A while later, you finish setting the table and continue to prepare dinner, chopping some vegetables, overlooking the gardens once more, noticing how the atmosphere seemed a little lighter, even a rainbow in the distance somewhere before you see a presence lingering by the doorway from the corner of your eyes. ,,Hi Delia'' you greet her as she watches you in quiet adoration. ,,Hello sweetheart'' she smiles warmly before taking slow and gentle steps towards you ,,Guess what?'' you beam a little and doing some type of excited dance that she can't help but giggle at. ,,What darling?'' she asks, her heart fluttering at seeing you so happy. ,,I'm going to work with Billie tomorrow'' you announce proudly, almost a little smug. ,,You're what?'' she asks, acting as if she didn't hear you properly, her eyebrows raised ever so slightly. ,,I-am-going-to-work-with-Billie-tomorrow-'' you slow down the words in a joking manner causing her to smirk a little.

,,Oh yeah? who says that sweetheart?'' she asks, the concern already laced on her beautiful features. ,,Me'' Billie Dean announces as she walks in, towel wrapped around her head from just finishing in the shower. The medium presses a kiss to your cheek before stealing a vegetable from the chopping board and putting it in her mouth ,,And why is that?'' Cordelia asks, her eyebrows still raised as she tries to keep her worry hidden and at bay. ,,She told me she's bored and I would love to take her'' the medium shrugs before leaning agains the kitchen island. ,,I'm not sure that's a good idea'' Cordelia protests, remembering the dangers that Billie's career brought, often finding the medium shivering and shaking at night after an especially rough few episodes. ,,Why not? I'll look after her'' the medium announces, giving you a little wink before speaking again ,,Besides, you have been here all day'' she argues causing for Cordelia's eyebrows to raise again.

,,Yes teaching witches all day'' Cordelia argues back, you watching the scene unfold quietly, knowing it's still light and mostly a joke. ,,Come on Dee, it's not like she's going to work with Wilhemina'' Billie jokes, before walking away to light a cigarette. ,,Who's not going to work with me?'' the redheads voice rings through the quiet kitchen as she returned moments ago. You beam a little seeing your Mina, having missed her today ,,Darling Billie here has decided to take Y/N to work tomorrow'' Cordelia announces, her eyes pleading with the redhead hoping she was going to agree with the supreme and share her concern. Wilhemina watches Billie's devilish grin before retreating for a smoke, your puppy eyes as if asking for permission, despite not needing it and Cordelia's eyes piercing through the redhead. Wilhemina remains quiet, not necessarily liking the idea of you being near ghosts and spirits but trusting Billie and her white light spirit that she talks about daily enough to let you go, knowing you must have been bored and feeling bad that she didn't manage to take any time off to spend with you this week.

As you serve the food, Billie returns before Wilhemina's eyes pierce through the medium ,,You better look after her Howard'' she warns before the blonde chuckles ,,Always''. Cordelia watches, her eyes meeting Wilhemina's surprised that she agreed before reminding herself that you are an adult after all and can make your own decisions. The tense atmosphere is quickly replaced by a comfortable one as the four of you talk about your days over dinner, the three of them thanking and praising you for you cooking and you making fun of Billie for almost dropping the entire content of her tacos on the table while trying to take a bite. The remainder of the evening is spent in the comfortable embrace of each other, the almost all too familiar image of Wilhemina sitting in her armchair by the fireplace knitting, Billie and you snuggled in Cordelia's arms on the sofa while watching some of her show.

The next day begins with a gentle warmth filtering through the windows of the academy. As the first light of morning creeps in, Wilhemina's alarm clock ripples through the quiet air, causing her and Cordelia to stir from their slumber, arms and legs still entangled in each other and their comforting embraces. Slowly, Billie Dean stirs as well, before opening her eyes, catching a glimpse of Wilhemina already on her way to the bathroom, Cordelia's eyes meeting hers. ,,Where's Y/N'' Billie asks confused, her voice still sounding hoarse from sleep. Cordelia glances towards the bathroom door, finding Wilhemina disappear inside, at first assuming you had been in there before her eyebrows furrow. The two of them briefly make their way downstairs, only to find you already having set the table for your girlfriends for breakfast, Wilhemina's lunchbox for work already prepared as you go on about your task while dancing along to a song playing in the background, swaying your hips as your excitement gets ahold of you.

,,Sweetheart?'' the supreme tries softly, however you are so lost in your buzzing mood that you can't hear her. Billie chuckles before walking over to you, startling you. ,,Morning babydoll'' she greets you with a chuckle and gentle kiss as your cheeks are coated in a slight red shade, not expecting them downstairs yet. Cordelia watches in quiet adoration, leaning against the doorframe and she can't help the fluttering of her heart or the genuine smile spreading across her features, seeing you this happy and content. It hadn't always been like this, the last two years having been anything but kind to you and she had often worried if you would move past it, make it to the other side but seeing you this genuinely happy, causes her both relief and joy. The supreme is startled when she hears the sound of Wilhemina's cane softly approach from behind, causing her to snap out of her thoughts and join the three of you for breakfast.

,,Alright I'm off, have fun little one'' the redhead speaks softly as she collects her things including the lunchbox you had made for her. ,,Thanks Mina'' you smile at her before she turns to the medium ,,Look after her'' she warns again before leaving, her cane echoing through the academy as she makes her way towards the driveway. The remainder of the morning you cannot await your departure with Billie, she made sure to make it special for you, helping you with the perfect outfit and even some makeup as she offered to maybe give you a little scene in her show after all if it wasn't too dangerous. After saying goodbye to the supreme, who's worried glance follows you until you are both out the door, Billie drives you to her usual coffee spot, picking up her pre work coffee and getting you a little something as well. ,,Thanks Billie'' you beam, loving when she spoiled you like this.

The ride to the location takes about half an hour and the two of you simply enjoy each other's company, the sound of the music quietly in the background. Billie truly was stunning and you have a hard time not stealing glances at her or to stare too much as she takes you inside to her crew, the mini skirt complementing her body in the perfect way. ,,Good morning Miss Howard'' her crew greets her and you watch in awe seeing her crew again and all the film equipment already prepared. ,,Morning everyone'' she greets with her usual cheerfulness until her colleagues take a look at you. ,,We've got a guest today?'' her assistant remarks excitedly and Billie nods, before introducing you to two male crew members that you hadn't met before, being familiar with the rest.

While they look over the last few details of this house's history and the spirit meant to be residing here and haunting the people living here, you inspect the camera equipment a little further, staying in the background as you didn't want to bother Billie or anyone. ,,Alright, start upstairs and then make our way down?'' her assistant suggests and Billie nods before checking herself in the mirror one last time, doing some sort of expression that you can't help but silently chuckle at in adoration. ,,I want you to stay down here with the crew babydoll k? I'll get you once I know it's not too dangerous and then I'll see if I find a little scene for you alright?'' she asks, bopping your nose with her finger and you nod and smile before she presses a kiss to your lips.

The house becomes quiet as they ascend the stairs, the only noises to be heard Billie as she takes the camera through the house, talking about the history of this home, what the owners had been going through and what they had researched about the spirit. Some of her crew members remain downstairs and you watch the two guys as they mutter something to themselves. There is some artwork on the walls and you inspect them a little closer as you see old family photos and you wonder who the people may be as the family living here was young and these photos looked a couple of centuries old. ,,Hey, your Y/N right?'' one of them asks and as you are awful with names you decide to call them ,,the blonde one'' and the ,,the ginger one'' in your head. ,,Yes I am'' you announce friendly, not particularly liking the company of men but wanting to be nice nevertheless considering they work for Billie.

,,We left some equipment down there, do you think you could fetch it for us while we do this?'' the ginger one asks and you nod as he gestures towards the computers where you see Billie inspecting upstairs and so far not having any luck as she works her magic in contacting the spirit. ,,Sure'' you shrug friendly, usually helping out her crew whenever you joined the medium the couple of times you had been to her office. ,,It's just a small laptop'' the blonde one says and opens the door for you. The entire basement is dark and as one of them turns the light on, a wooden staircase is exposed and you make your way down. As soon as you reach the bottom of the stairs and look around, the door suddenly bangs shut and you quickly go upstairs, still thinking this was an innocent mistake. When you hear both of them giggling and notice they had locked the door, you simply roll your eyes before muttering ,,Not very funny''.

In the end you sit on the stairs for a while, realising you have no service or connection to contact Billie. The door was thick and you assumed if you screamed she may not hear you and you simply will embarrass yourself more. In the end, you walk back down the stairs, checking out some more frames on the walls and countless storage boxes. It's when the light suddenly begins flickering and turning off altogether that your breath hitches a little. In a desperate attempt, you use your torch from your phone, despite it only providing a small source of light in the big basement. At first you assumed it was those same idiots that had locked you in here to begin with but you quickly realise it was more serious than that when countless of the boxes begin tumbling down the shelves, no presence of anyone visible.

,,Hello?'' you call out but instantly scold yourself as you had always mentioned how stupid it was to call out said word whenever watching a horror movie. Carefully, you walk around some of the boxes, shining your torch in the direction the noises came from when you see a shadow. It causes you to shriek a little before backing away. Now, due to the darkness you aren't sure but you could swear you had seen that face on one of the photos from earlier, a man assuming in his twenties with dark hair, dressed in some clothes that match the century vibes from the pictures. His expression looked angry, making you feel scared and uneasy. In a desperate attempt to flee the situation you begin screaming and banging against the door but you can't hear anything other than the giggling idiots on the other end.

,,This is my house, you have no business here'' a dark voice suddenly calls out before a torch comes flying your way, hitting the door and causing the glass to split everywhere, including your direction. ,,Please I just want to get out of here'' you plead, your rational side not able to believe that you are actually talking to a ghost and at the same time admiring how Billie could do this on a daily basis as this terrified you in a way nothing had ever scared you. It's when you hear heavy footsteps at the bottom of the staircase that you begin banging against the door, screaming for Billie and eventually using all of your strength to try and open the lock, hitting your shoulder and pushing all your weight against it in the hopes of opening the door.

,,Where is Y/N?'' Billie's voice calls out as she makes it downstairs again, seeing her two crew members but no sign of you. They both shrug and Billie is confused before looking around the house. ,,Y/N?'' she calls out before she hears you crying out her name. ,,Where are you? Tell me where you are'' she calls out in a desperate attempt, hearing your distress. She suddenly hears banging from the basement door and stares at the two idiots before rushing over, the camera still following her. The medium unlocks the door instantly, finding you shivering and shaking with fear as you practically fall into her arms, the spirit near seconds from you and she is quick to grab you, spin you both around so she faces the spirit before chanting some latin words and making him disappear.

,,What the hell happened?'' she asks as she takes your cheeks into her hands, tears continuing to stain them. ,,You left me alone'' you choke on a sob, feeling the fear still rippling through your body as you had never experienced something like this before. ,,Don't cry please'' she whispers as she holds you protectively. ,,Why were you in there?'' she asks confused before you meet her eyes and your guilty eyes meet the two idiots standing in the corner, their expression suddenly very serious. ,,Turn this shit off'' Billie curses as she stares at the camera, leaving you for a moment. ,,Are you serious?'' she screams, not being able to hold her composure. ,,Locking someone in a basement of a haunted house, congratulations, you didn't only scare her for dear life, the spirit is also gone'' she screams in frustration, her whole camera crew and assistant silent as they had never seen the medium like this before.

,,Get out of here, you are both fired'' she curses before turning to her assistant. ,,We are done here, I'll see you in the office on monday'' she announces and the woman simply nods as Billie reaches for her handbag. As you follow her, her assistant gives you a compassionate and sorry look. Billie takes your hand, guiding you towards her car before opening the door for you. She closes it gently before getting into the drivers seat, banging the door in frustration before lighting a cigarette. The two of you remain there for a little bit until Billie finishes, without a word she begins driving, the music still playing quietly in the background.

,,I'm so sorry'' she eventually whispers and as you turn towards her, you notice a tear running down her cheek and you are quick to catch it with your thumb. ,,It's okay Billie, it's not your fault'' you assure but the medium knows you are wrong. She should have looked after you, stayed with you and looked after you better. This is exactly what your other two girlfriends had been implying and that makes her feel even worse. ,,It is'' she mutters quietly and Billie was so lost in her daze that she never noticed your state, how pale you are, that your whole body is still shaking, the pain on your shoulder unbearable and your hands covered in blood from the glass and trying to open the door frantically. ,,I promise Billie it's okay, we can just forget about it'' you encourage her but she remains silent, struggling with the guilt of what had happened.

By the time you both make it home, you both notice Wilhemina's car in the driveway, unaware how long this whole thing actually took and how long you had been gone. Billie looks at your face, still so lost in her feelings that she doesn't notice your physical state. ,,We don't have to mention it promise'' you encourage and she simply nods as the two of you walk inside the academy. Now, the shock had momentarily made you forget about the pain and the state your body is in and so it's no surprise as the two of you walk inside, when both Wilhemina and Cordelia's face drop seeing your state. Cordelia's eyebrows furrow as they both walk over to you, Billie following behind.

,,Oh my gosh, you're bleeding'' Cordelia shrieks, quickly taking your bloody hands into her own, the blood staining her and some pieces of glass still stuck in your hands. Wilhemina takes one look at your painful face, quickly noticing the signs of shock as your knees and hands are shaking. You remain silent before looking into Cordelia's eyes, trying your hardest to force a smile. ,,I'm fine I promise'' you reassure but they are having none of it. ,,I just fell that's all'' you try to lie, not wanting to have Billie getting the blame but again they can see right through you. ,,Sit down'' Cordelia orders as she takes you in the kitchen, Wilhemina and Billie following, as the medium leans against a counter, lighting a cigarette in frustration.

,,What the hell did you do?'' Wilhemina's yelling ripples through the air, causing you to shake in Cordelia's arms as she checks and begins treating your injuries with her magic. Billie pretends that the raising of her girlfriends voice doesn't affect her, simply shrugging as she takes another long drag. ,,Don't yell at me'' she warns, not in the mood for Wilhemina's usual antics and anger. ,,You need to tell me what happened Howard because when Y/N left this morning she was the happiest and now she is shaking, bleeding and it looks like she is going to pass out'' the redhead warns, controlling her voice after seeing Cordelia's warning expression.

,,It wasn't Billie's fault'' you somehow mutter out, fighting through the pain of your shoulder injury. All three heads snap towards you and you begin speaking again ,,Her coworkers played a dumb prank but Billie fired them as soon as she found out, it really wasn't Billie's fault'' you defend her and Billie's heart swells with pride, her eyes filling with tears as she knows she deserved every bit of this but appreciating nevertheless that you are trying to defend her. ,,What sort of prank sweetheart?'' Cordelia asks seriously before you glance at Billie and fill them in. ,,They asked me to get something from the basement and then locked me in there'' you admit and Wilhemina scoffs at hearing your statement.

,,But then where did this come from?'' Cordelia asks confused as she points out the cuts on your hand and the leftover glass she had pulled from it. ,,There was a spirit but Billie didn't know and got rid of it'' you admit And Wilhemina can't help but lose her temper again. ,,Really you left her alone? with a fucking spirit in the basement?'' Billie is in no state to deal with this and so all she does is collect her cigarettes before placing her hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner before walking past you. ,,I'm sorry babydoll'' she apologies again before disappearing outside, needing some air.

Wilhemina can't help but notice your flinching and pained expression when Billie had touched your shoulder and she tilts her head to the side a little before stepping closer to you. ,,Are you in pain little one?'' she asks and you shake your head but when your two girlfriends glance at each other, they know you are still trying to downplay the situation. ,,If you are in pain, you need to tell us sweetie'' Cordelia encourages and you hesitantly fill them in. ,,I tried to break the door open'' you admit and they both look at you seriously before Cordelia points towards your shoulder. You nod in confirmation and with gentle hands, she lifts your sleeve down, exposing your beaten and bruised shoulder. ,,God'' Wilhemina mutters, seeing the state you are in and feeling like she wants to kill those idiots that did this.

,,That spirit should be grateful it's dead because otherwise'' Wilhemina mutters and you can't help but break out in laughter, startling the two of them. ,,Sorry'' you mumble and Wilhemina smirks ever so slightly, Cordelia happy to at least see you smiling again. As she inspects your shoulder a little closer, she realises the extend of your injury and glances at Wilhemina who knows exactly what this means. ,,Sweetheart, your bone seems injured, I can fix it but magic like this can be tricky'' she explains and you listen intently to her words. ,,Can't you just fix it?'' you ask and she bites her lip before sighing. ,,I can but the way this magic works is the bone will heal itself, it's very quick I promise but can be very painful'' the supreme explains and you glance at Wilhemina who looks at you with so much concern.

While Cordelia prepares herself for the spell, Wilhemina passes you some water and encourages you to drink the whole thing. ,,Ready?'' the supreme asks and Wilhemina reaches her hand out to you which you take. ,,Ready'' you mumble, feeling a little nervous before her hand hovers over your shoulder before she begins chanting some latin words. At first the pain feels tingling, the initial pain even leaving before the excruciating pain ripples through your body. Your eyes begin swelling up and you can't help but let out the most painful scream, that causes both their hearts to ache. ,,Done'' Cordelia whispers, her own eyes filled with tears at knowing how much that must have hurt. ,,I'm so sorry sweetie'' she whispers as she cups your cheeks. Your eyes remain closed but as you open them again, you notice the absence of any pain, her magic working wonders as if none of this ever happened in the first place.

,,Better?'' Wilhemina asks, her expression almost unreadable and you nod before Billie comes rushing inside. ,,What happened?'' she asks, hearing your scream from outside and never having heard you like this before. ,,Cordelia fixed the bone that broke'' Wilhemina mutters without the slightest bit of emotion in her voice, Billie's eyes widening in realisation. ,,Sweetie are you okay? you look awfully pale'' Cordelia acknowledges as the colour quite literally drained from your face. ,,Yes.. I think I'm going to have a shower'' you say before standing up, not wanting to be anywhere around for the confrontation that was about to unfold between your girlfriends. They all watch as you walk away, their worried eyes following you and Cordelia can sense with her magic that a wave of dizziness was going to wash over you any moment. With quick steps she aids to your side as you hold onto the nearest wall. ,,It's okay, I'll help you darling'' she offers and she takes your hand, gently guiding you upstairs, knowing what this type of magic and the shock from before can have an impact on your body.

Cordelia‘s movements are gentle as she helps you upstairs, sitting you down on the bed before retrieving some clothes for you. She knows about your desire to shower after today but she also knows your body is in no condition to do so after the shock and her magic. She washes your face for you, gently dresses you in some pj‘s before tugging you into bed. As she watches you get comfortable, she feels conflicted, knowing you both needed her and the desire of not leaving you alone but she also knew her other two lovers needed her in order for the argument that was bound to happen not to escalate. „It really wasn‘t Billie‘s fault Delia“ you mumble, already feeling the tiredness from the day wash over you. „I know sweet girl“ she smiles before walking over and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

„It‘s okay you can go“ you mumble, being able to tell how conflicted the blonde is feeling. And it almost brings tears to her eyes how well you know them, how kind and considerate you are. Now before the witch gets the chance to leave, the door opens and both of your heads snap in the direction, surprised when you see both of your girlfriends walking in together. You can tell by their expressions that Billie still feels guilty, that Wilhemina still feels angry but it‘s the way they walk in together, side by side, no distance between them that you and Cordelia can tell they had settled this among themselves. Billie remains silent, walking over to you as Cordelia checks in with Wilhemina, the redhead nodding as if to signal that all is well. „I‘m so sorry my sweet girl“ she apologizes again and knowing Billie you knew she would be sorry for a lifetime. „It‘s okay really Bills“ you encourage and she smiles contently before pressing a kiss to your cheeks.

„Now babydoll, me and Mina had a talk, considering the day you‘ve had, how about we order your favorite? you can have a little rest until it gets here and then we‘ll watch your favorite movie?“ your eyes sparkle at her statement and you glance at both Delia and Wilhemina who simply smile and encourage you to agree. „Yes please“ you beam, before sitting up excitedly, the tiredness suddenly gone. And so, the four of you find yourself in front of the TV a little while later, your favorite takeaway in your lap and your favorite movie playing in the background. You could tell there was maybe a conversation to come but by Wilhemina and Billie‘s causal bickering and joking you could tell everything was back to normal. After finishing your meal, Cordelia begins the dishes as Billie steals away for a smoke and you finally find yourself in the arms of your redhead lover.

„I‘m glad you‘re okay little one“ she whispers as her fingers trace patterns on your back. You smile as you nuzzle into her further, seeking her warmth and she wraps you closer, being able to tell. „Sooo“ you begin and by your tone of voice she can tell whatever you are about to say will make her smirk in that all too familiar way. „Does this mean I can come to work with you next?“ you smile cheekily and she simply raises an eyebrow before chuckling lowly. „Definitely not little one, if you think Howard‘s work is dangerous, you definitely don‘t want to meet my bosses“ and the two of you chuckle, Cordelia smiling from the kitchen having heard the interaction before melting into your girlfriend further.

[silkieluv]

I’m not deleting this because this annoyingly took me long to write back then but it’s important to me that you know that it’s a draft post from like November, meaning it’s irrelevant. The talked-about post under the cut

I want to start writing this already so badly which means I’ve got to settle on my maybes WHICH IS WHAT IM GONNA DO HERE

If you don’t know: Hiii, I’ll rewrite Skybound to my own image with the help of docs and publish it on ao3

Also no, these aren’t official descriptions to my chapters, just my thoughts to gather shi

Feel free to give me notes/fixes that I didn’t mention and maybe I’ll add it to my fanfiction!

OKAYAY UHMM FIRST

Episode one:

It starts off with the ad that prompts reading that the male ninjas do. Straight up filming anyways despite her not being on set/present. Nya arrives, Dareth became a sexist, but no worries! 2 out of 5 ninjas put him in his place. Fairly horribly ngl “Our powers come from not one being more important than the other” Lloyd, hon, he wasn’t shunning Nya because he doesn’t like water, but because she’s a woman. HE ISNT EVEN HIDING IT. Oh, but I guess that can alll be forgiven since they’re the new face of Teen Idol (a magazine). Who cares that it’s all lies about the love triangle STILL being around and Lloyd becoming a sensei

Then there’s a montage showing the ninjas hiding from fangirls and fanboys (let’s be honest, unfortunately, fangirls) and interviews often people.

Reasons why every ninja is loved, based on those:

- Lloyd: He’s the best (also, comes from an elementary (most likely) student)

-Kai: So hot. Literally. (Comes from a woman probably in her early/mid 20s)

- Jay: So funny. And cute. (Comes from a woman probably in her early/mid 20s)

-Cole: Ghost. Want him, but can’t have him (comes from a woman probably in her 20s) (also a gay reference. It’s said a lot that women are drawn to gay men since they love what they can’t get (which is ridiculous and sexist, but is something that is said a lot)

Nya: Isn’t liked. “Meh”

Zane: Cool. (By an elementary student wearing KAI’s merch!!)

Then there’s that one interview. The interviewer gets close to Nya to ‘whisper’ “Just between you and me, Nya. Jay or Cole?” Then Nya starts her answer with HONESTLY, which should’ve made him back the f train off, but he pushes it, wanting to get an answer even if it’s false. Thankfully, she denies answering a specific reply and tries to change the subject. Then they zoomed into Jay’s uncomfortable face. Obviously a talk about who she prefers is going to make him uncomfortable whether he has or doesn’t have a crush on her, since they used to be in a relationship. But of course they take it as a confirmation that he’s still into her. Which fairly, he is.

Then back to interviews on the street.

Now we’re on the bounty with Wu and Cole, and Wu helps Cole discover a new ability. To disappear! A very cute moment between the two that I love

Then Nya is kicking ice cream (I think, not important) while ranting to herself about all the ways Dareth wronged her by being sexist as she absolutely destroys (not literally) the training robots

Zane wins for the 100th time in Mini-droid chess and Cole comes to make it worse for Jay. Cole brings up the tomb of the FSM and what he saw- err… didn’t see. He explains that that is because he can disappear. Jay tells him to buzz off and he goes away. Zane’s worries of Jay keeping what he saw in the FSM’s tomb secret are confirmed. Jay says he was fine with his love staying unrequited, until he got a confirmation that they were meant to be after all and that now them as a couple is all he thinks about.

Then Nya vents to Misako, and Misako tries her best, but does not excel in this whatsoever (in my opinion, at least)

Then Nya attacks Jay and Zane for staring at her, ‘proving’ Jays point that she hates him. Then Zane wins for the 101th time to 0. Lloyd comes and calls them for a ninja emergency meeting, where Wu informs the team of Clause’s return.

Things to fix (for my fanfiction):

Dareth’s sudden misogynistic arc?

Finding a different reason that doesn’t includes ruining Dareth’s character for Nya to not be on set

The reason why Cole couldn’t see his reflection in the FSM’s tomb

Dear lord, I need to fix Misako’s talk with Nya.

Little notes for myself:

Have Kai message Nya where is she before pressure into starting to film the reading ad

Dareth may be delusional, and it is in character for him to be ignorant (well, a little), but I fully believe that once explained, he’ll drop the sexist actions. WHICH IS WHY I HATE THAT IT DIDNT HAPPEN. So it will happen! Since it’s not relevant to the plot for him to stay sexist

Don’t make Kai’s “important? No. Irresistible? Uh, Debatable” In the middle of explaining Dareth, a man in his 30s, what misogyny is

Give Kai’s fan a little bit of dignity

Change the seating plans of the interview “Jay or Cole?”. It’s always bothered me so much that they are so into this Nya/Jay , Nya/Cole stuff and didn’t have her sit in between them? Idk why it bothers me so much, but it’s not that big of a deal so I’m changing it

How would Wu know of ghosts’ abilities? I’m guessing he read about it specifically for Cole

It’s completely normal for Nya to not want to host girly shows/sequels, but a good excuse for it that I love is that she simply doesn’t know how to put on makeup, cook, etc

When enthusiastic, Cole whistles (yes, like smurfs)

“Her mind’s made up. It’s never gonna happen.” HE UNDERSTOOD. WHY THE HECK DID THE MENTION OF WISHES SUDDENLY MADE JAY THINK ITLL BE A GOOD IDEA TO WISH FOR HER LOVE.

[crimeronan]

quick dunmeshi thoughts now that it's been a few hours since i finished the manga:

chilchuck good. love a bitch.

i was hoping i'd have a new popular femslash ship i can write for but unfortunately the yuris are too sweet and fluffy for me. i need my sapphics to try to kill each other at least once :(

similarly: marcille did great being unhinged within the constraints of the genre but baby girl i wanna see you in a yellowjackets type setting SO BAD. set marcille free in an adult drama where she can do true atrocities. FOLDED TOO FAST GIRLIE I BELIEVE IN YOUR ABILITY TO SUCCUMB TO DARKNESSSSS DONT LISTEN TO YOUR FRIENDS!! DONT BELIEVE IN LOVE!!! DONT HAVE A POIGNANT MOMENT OF EMOTIONAL GROWTH AND ACCEPTANCE!! DONT COME TO TERMS WITH GRIEF!!!! DONT LET THEM CONVINCE YOU NOT TO DO ATROCITIES YOU ARE SO POWERFUL AND CAPABLE OF RUINING EVERYTHING FOREVER!!!!!!

wasn't attracted to laios except for in one single scene.

it was the one where he suffocated falin.

we're not going to unpack this.

izutsumi would be a blorbo if she wasnt just straight-up me.

as is though so many of her lines are things i have directly said aloud in real life conversation that i spent the whole time going "well. this is freaking me out."

kabru is an icon. love guys who play 3d chess

come to think of it, i'm pretty sure his relationship with mithrun is the only one that had any emotional impact on me whatsoever. cunt who can't feel dick about shit x bitch who's pissed off about it 5EVAAAAA

i still default to snack packs of cheez its and goldfish crackers to replace the meals i don't wanna cook. an entire 100-chapter manga about the love of cooking and eating has done nothing to improve my outlook on cooking and eating.

sorry senshi. :(

[takami-takami]

Hi everybody! Sits down with you all in a circle.

So, I have been putting off making this post for a while. Mostly because I was just nervous to do so, and had originally wanted this to be a like, casual-tip-jar type situation. But unfortunately, a lot of life events are happening and I feel the need to explain.

Basically, there are two facets to the situation!

First, my family's financial situation is not looking good. My mother works long hours and comes home at 7:00 pm every day, but even that isn't enough to cover the bills anymore. With the amount of debt we're in, she has had to take a second job on the weekends, meaning she will have no days off. This breaks my heart, as she's already been through enough and I don't like seeing her so stressed like this.

Second, I'm trying to find a way out of living here. Living with my abuser (my father) has caused me a great deal of suffering and hinders my ability to heal. After a recent traumatic event, I decided I need to move out sooner than my original plan of doing so after I graduate next year for the sake of my mental health. In order to do this, I will start working in addition to school around December. I have an oppurtunity to work as a home health aid with flexible hours so I can keep my internship (which I am very excited for!!!), but it will take a while to get certified.

So all that concludes to... I need money lol.

First off, I want to make it explicitly clear: do not feel pressured to send in any money whatsoever.

Think of this like. A tip jar for this page! If you wanna leave a tip after reading my writing, or just want to leave a little bit for any reason, I would be so very grateful. But I will also be grateful if you can't, because just you being here in this lovely little community has meant more to me than you will ever know! Every like and comment and interaction is priceless and I hope you know that. <3

Anyways. If you donate $19 or more, I will draw you a sketch of a character of your choice as thanks! Here are some examples yippeeeeee!

And yes, I am comfortable drawing spicy content for $24 or more. 👀 No Hawks though. </3

Please dm me PRIOR to donating if you would like to recieve a sketch commission. <3

But anyways I love you guys mwah mwah!!!!!!! Anything helps. <3

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

i am normal.

you know how it is: you catch the last half of a movie you enjoyed in passing in the past and suddenly it's all you can think about. not on my 2024 bingo card but we ball

hello, welcome! the name's kit! pronouns they/them but i go by masculine honorifics like sir and mr. i got terribly self-concious about posting about these movies on my main for really no reason whatsoever, so i made an entire new sideblog for it! yippee! i don't know exactly how long this intense new interest will last for me (although in this moment of time it seems i will be here for the long haul) but seeing how relatively small this fandom is i might as well chip in while i'm here.

feel free to drop in any requests or doodle ideas in my patented query box! no guarantees i'll actually do em but the chances are high. will take ten thousand eternities however bc i'm addicted to making entire storylines out of them sometimes and getting ideas for completely different things the other times. mb bros

you'll find my doodles in the #kit does an art tag! anyone who writes anything nice in the tags of my art know that i will be normal about it forever. i've also got #kit yap session for what it sounds like and #kit read a fic and is making it your problem which is also what that sounds like. i'm great at this tagging thing

i've also got some special tags for the various aus and stuff i've been working on! if you want to check them all out in one place easily here they are for your viewing pleasure:

#weredoc au, where doc turns himself into a werewolf through the power of Science: probably my most popular one, has the most content. comic updates when it feels like updating (which means incredibly infrequently)

#mermarty au, where marty is a little fish guy: surprisingly fleshed out but not very much about it

#cowboy jennifer, where jen goes to 1885 with marty: sort of a crowdsourced au, contains a couple of other people's thoughts on the matter as well as my own stuff

#LIVE KIT REACTION, which is not an au this is me reading every bttf comic in what i hope is in order. if you like the obvious pointed out to you and my award-winning sense of humor there is plenty of that

(unfortunately tumblr has decided to be a little bitch and taken from me my ability to reply and create dms so i am forced to reply via reblogs. so sad)

(NUMBER ONE MAMMETT HATER!!!!!!! I HAVE THE BROOM AND I AM SHOOING ALL OF YOU OUT INTO THE STREET!!!!! LEAVE!!!!!)

[flying-fangirls]

Arthur's Story

Okay so now that Part 46 is out and we got that moment of John explaining what Arthur's train story meant to him, I kinda want to talk about this particular allusion myself. Arthur's retelling is mostly pretty close to the original, but I am going to get into interpretation/implementation stuff. So if you want to read the original story for full context, it's "Solitude" by Ben Ames Williams!

To start bluntly: I do not like the Lilly comparison /nm

I'm not saying it's wrong per se, but I do believe it's a fairly weak conclusion that misses out on a lot of other compelling potential.

Let's back up.

Where It Falls Short

Alright, so if you go and read it, you'll quickly see that the original short story, "Solitude," is ridiculously well-aligned with the tone and mood of Malevolent. There are ideas of cosmic insignificance, perseverance and despair, questioning morality and "goodness," and helping others in dark times. (it does have some of the weird hallmarks of early 1900s white dude writing, but otherwise I actually quite like this story! it's got nice vibes and pretty words)

Now, an allusion is a reference within a story to an outside piece of information, and its entire purpose is to add new depth. A good allusion considers the full context of whatever it's referencing, and uses that context to its advantage. It challenges the audience to work through that outside context and uncover some new perspective(s) on characters, themes, and/or plot— something they otherwise had not seen or considered before.

The thing is, when Part 46 applies the "Solitude" allusion to Lilly specifically, there's nothing new gained whatsoever. What does John tell us during this moment?

Lilly took care of him, showed him his first glimpse of humanity, and gave him a name— all good stuff! But also all old stuff, these details have all been said in the show before, some more than once. Since we know that the main point of an allusion is to bring something new to the table, then this implementation fails on that point because all it's done is simply rehash previously established perspectives on Lilly.

Not only does this take on the allusion fall short, the show's interpretation also limits our ability to understand it. This isn't a moment where the podcast shows us new information and lets us draw our own conclusions. This is a moment where John stands in for the podcast's voice, and he tells us what it considers the "right" interpretation. Even if we had formed our own interpretation about this allusion, the show has now essentially told us that those interpretations are "wrong" (which isn't an antagonistic move on the show's part, by the way! just the message it's unconsciously implying)

I agree that John's connection between the story and his experience with Lilly in Part 46 is a genuinely sweet moment! But unfortunately, because it neglects to take a new path, it's also a predictable moment that loses its strength among all the other sweet Lilly moments. And that takes away any chance for the allusion to impact the audience in a unique way, wasting its full potential.

Where It Misses Out

(now here comes the English major moment when I tell you why I'm right and you're not /j)

Alright, again, the Lilly comparison isn't wrong. I think it's totally legitimate to see this story about a woman helping an injured and lonely man, and think of Lilly! But personally, when I heard Arthur's retelling, I never once considered Lilly until the show told me to (12 episodes later). When I listened to Part 29 and the first half of the story, I admittedly was totally lost and dug through those lines over and over to find a meaning. And the only real interpretation that naturally came to me was a parallel to Arthur and John's journey. A man lost in a terrifying world, at the whims of forces much stronger than him, who has lost all of his loved ones to death or abandonment? Yeah, that's literally just Arthur and John.

And the conclusion in Part 39 only seemed to support that interpretation more— Moll abandons her entire life to follow Mat into the cold and dark, John and Arthur both (literally and figuratively) throw their lives away to help the other through the dark. We can even swap who's who here— either Arthur or John could be Mat struggling to survive as a "good" person, and either one could be Moll extending a hand to that person.

There's also a particular line that John says in Part 46 that feels completely out of place with the interpretation the show tells us:

He implies that Lilly did the same as Moll and shut out everything around them. But when Lilly takes care of John in the hospital, his development there isn't that she "drove out the world." Lilly brought the world closer to John, not further away— she helped him expand his focus outward, not close it off.

However, this line does fit extremely well with John and Arthur's dynamic! How often have we heard about these two's edges blurring, about their minds and emotions and internal selves blending together? How many times have these two expressed a love so codependent that it rejects everything outside of themselves? Heck, John's major emotional plot in s4 revolved around the desire to shut out the outside world and isolate himself together with Arthur.

Just like how Moll's arrival drove out the world for Mat, the arrival of John into Arthur's life certainly drove out the rest of the world, pulling him away from his job, home, and friends. Likewise, the arrival of Arthur into John's life most definitely drove out the rest of the world, removing him from the legacy of the King and literal world of the Dreamlands.

The podcast tries to push its Lilly interpretation into a mold that it simply does not fit. And in doing so, it completely misses the perfect connection between Moll/Mat and John/Arthur that already exists. "Solitude" offers a naturally perfect bridge between its story and Malevolent's, but Part 46 steers us away from that bridge and straight into the river where we're left without any strong understanding or impact.

Where It Could Go

Not only does a Jarthur interpretation of Arthur's story connect the allusion to the podcast well, it also gives us a new perspective to think about Jarthur with (again, the most important part of a good allusion).

Earlier I said that Arthur's retelling of "Solitude" mostly followed the story, and that's because he leaves out one key detail: Moll had spent most of her life trapped as the victim of abusive men who forced her to neglect herself and care for people who didn't care for her back. (Admittedly, I think it's weird the show ignored this specific detail, but most allusions do intentionally require outside work on the audience's part, so for now I'll hesitantly just say that was Guthrie's aim.)

If we consider this backstory in our interpretation, we can find a really fascinating view of Jarthur's dynamic. Both Arthur and John could be Mat: a man who has seriously harmed others before and is now left broken and lost in a dangerous world. Then we can have John as Moll: trapped by the King and the Dark World and Arthur's body, powerless to take control of his own self, forced to neglect his identity/values for others' wants. And we can have Arthur as Moll: stuck in relationships/lifestyles that restrict him, autonomy stolen by social expectations and eldritch beings with far more power than him. Both of them as Moll: escaping a past of abuse, but nevertheless still finding yourself in a position of supporting men at the cost of your individuality.

A Jarthur interpretation frames Arthur and John's pasts in a concept of abuse and neglect, which is not usually (if at all) how the podcast presents their backstories. It also forces us to reconsider the full scope of their dynamic with each other. Normally the show presents Jarthur as a messy, yet overwhelmingly restorative and supportive relationship. However, when we place Jarthur into the context of Moll, we are forced to stop and acknowledge how their dynamic still harms them both: They're codependent to a self-destructive degree, protective enough to harm anyone else who gets close, so closely connected that they lose a part of who they are for the other's sake. Neither one of them exist as a wholly independent individual anymore, both of them losing pieces of their minds, emotions, and bodies to accommodate for the other's needs.

While s4-5 John and Arthur are clearly at a point in their relationship where they openly express their love and gratitude to the other for "saving" them, this allusion presents us with a perspective on their situation without the rose-colored glasses. We have the opportunity to recontextualize their dynamic and remember just how much Arthur and John have lost for the sake of each other, no matter how loving and compassionate that sacrifice might be in their eyes.

Where I Conclude the Ramble

From the moment Arthur first told this story in Part 29, its ambiguous inclusion captivated my little overthinking brain. It was incredibly fascinating to mull over Arthur's words and John's reaction, and then to dig deeper into this obscure story outside of the podcast and uncover answers!

Which is why I think I'm so disappointed with the final answer that Part 46 told us. If anyone else has looked into "Solitude" outside of the podcast before, they likely saw the same well of potential depth to work with that Harlan Guthrie clearly also found. Yet, for some reason, the podcast offers a conclusion that barely scrapes the surface of that well.

Instead of giving us new depth to the story, a Lilly interpretation really just brings up more questions for us. Did Lilly neglect herself in some way when she took care of John? Was Lilly the victim of abuse at some point in her past? What parts of Lilly's past led her to this point? There's so much more information that we need for this layered allusion to make sense, but we never get that information, so all we're left with is a weak conclusion and wasted potential.

On the other hand, a Jarthur interpretation does answer questions for us, and it adds depth to our previous understandings of their dynamic. We better understand how John and Arthur's bad decisions lead them to their darkest moments, how lost and afraid they both felt at the start of the podcast, how they found relief and protection in the other. And we consider new possibilities of how John and Arthur's past circumstances abused them, how they were trapped in cycles that stole their autonomy, how they still cannot escape these cycles and keep throwing their lives away for others.

Part 46 told us a single interpretation to have for the train story, but there is no reason we can not (nor should not) look for other interpretations— especially when the story itself shows us evidence that points to a different answer.

(final disclaimer: I absolutely do not intend any of this as any sort of attack! this is just general literary critique to try and explain why I'm a little annoyed at a single line lol)

[gutsby]

Ok sorry this might be long but I want to say that you are truly an all star in the joel fandom, guts. I read Seeing Pink like 3 times last week. Waiting game has changed my brain chemistry for fucking real. I think about it TOO much. I think I actually need to take a break from all the smut I read in general and all the smut i RE-READ too, waiting game definitely top of the list for the latter. If I ever do find the discipline to chill for a sec, I will STILL think fondly of our bestie reader and dbf joel in my moments to spare. The latest chapter was to die for, the angst killed me. I hope all will be well in their perfectly written fictional universe and, with love and respect and zero pressure, look forward to any future chapters we get!

Even though I just said I need to take a break from how much smut I read, unfortunately i've been peaking at some of the daryl fics and I've literally never fucking watched the walking dead lmao and based on what I've seen some of your other anons I've read, I may need to read Wedded Bliss even though I don't have a leg to stand on there either! The point is like YOU ARE A GREAT FUCKING WRITER.

I'm almost done ranting but I was wondering if it is not too intrusive to ask, are you a writer offline? Like is that your job or a job you hope to have? Not specifically asking where or in what capacity or anything but I was mostly just curious about the mastermind behind all this amazing writing we get. I am a big reader (of things other than smut, i swear, but that too obvi lol) and I have aspirations of little stories here and there. I saw your response to that anon who wants to write and it was so sweet. But I totally got where that anon was coming from. I have self doubt beause even though like for most people this is just a hobby, it's intimidating and wild that we've got people like you with the ability to be full blown fucking novelists in our midst on tumblr. Ok I'm done being crazy on main. Thank you again for everything for real for real for real!

With all due respect………I’M FUCKING SOBBING!!!!!

Thank you so much for this kind message!!!! 🩷🩷 It makes my week to hear what y’all think of what I write, and I’m so thankful to have people like YOU reading and rooting for these stories and characters - I’m continually in awe of you guys and everything you do and don’t deserve it. I hope to update WG very soon and keep their dumbass romance alive too!! 🫡🫡

And not intrusive at all! I don’t share a lot about my personal life on here, but I’m a lawyer! I work in the most boring ass practice area requiring zero creative writing whatsoever…..so Tumblr is a huge outlet for me LOL. I think it would be awesome to get published someday, but it’s more of a dream than a goal atp! I just like to write.

If YOUUUUU ever wanna start writing too, GO FOR IT!! I’ll try not to scream at you like I did the last anon but holy shit please write if you ever have the slightest inclination to do so—the world will be better for it, and you’ll learn and grow so much. Even if it’s scary. Even if it’s intimidating. Even if you don’t think your stories will “measure up” to what other people put out….WRITE IT!!! I cannot emphasize that enough.

Anyway thank you again from the bottom of my heart and I wish you the best of luck in life and writing!!! ♥️

[simplegeneral]

How would you write King Char and the brothers in the burn becomes Queen Au?

Oh, interesting question!

King Char

King Char appeared to be an overall nice guy, gentle and stern father figure, considerably abused by Oasis, as she forcibly exiled him whenever she was angry, and I simply developed that a little further.

Char was the popular figure head in Oasis' government, he was the one closer to the commoners, he went on tours and met dragons, he gave food to the less fortunate and weakened, he visited houses and listened to the concerns of the people.

I removed Oasis' exile of Char, since despite not having any power, he was not a pushover, he clashed with her directly and his life could be in danger, but he didn't cared, he wanted the best for his queendom, and he clearly knew what was wrong whenever Oasis flew too high in the sky to hear the commoners on the ground.

Unfortunately, Char's caring nature and close aproximity to the folk would be his undoing. As in his last days, in a visit to a small oasis town, he caught a swiftly spreading plague which took his life soon enough, and spread through the capital and neighboring cities, killing hundreds.

Why does he matter

The relationship between Char and his dragonets was always perplexing for me... Because it basically doesn't exist, there's no connection whatsoever between them, except maybe Blaze in Deserter, but she was just whining endlessly.

I simply think he is a key figure in their raising. This stoic, gentle and stern father figure actually influenced his dragonets, if that may be crazy to believe in wof, a father exists? and does something??

He is one of the main reasons to why my Burn is not like canon Burn, she was surprisingly (GASP) influenced by him. His ideals were passed to her, as much as Oasis' also passed down her too, and she was a mix of both of them, stoic, proud, fierce, stern and, may be bizarrely but, gentle.

This is something I go a bit in my Blaze AU post. But Burn was the mother figure of her family prior to Oasis' death, especially to Blister, whom Oasis ignored completely all her life due to a completely misguided superstition she would overthrow her. She raised her siblings, in a way, with some Oasis guidance, who didn't really bother to do so, but Char helped until his eventual demise.

Burn would only become angry, irrational and distrustful after Oasis death and in her grief in the first years after her death, somewhat resembling canon Burn, but she would realize she needed to face her trauma and fears, because her subjects needed a better leader than this, and she would find understanding within herself to overcome her worst nature and enhance her best abilities, like fighting.

Singe, Scald and Smolder

Truth be told, I haven't much developed for them, but I actually try to at least given them some info, because I like to see characters as people, they have their own problems, needs and small arcs they need to overcome.

Singe is a calm, collected and cautious guy, out of the two, he was the closer to Burn and she find him mostly agreeable. He had an affair with a dragoness before, but abandoned it after Oasis knocked down really hard, unlike Smolder, who insisted in the relationship. He is most of the time the adviser guy to his younger siblings.

Scald is a womanizer and a drunk, he together with Singe and Burn, Oasis' first generation, were all soldiers and now commanders in her army, but he is by far the least competent of the three, as well as the most distant from the rest of his family, usually enjoying his lavish treasure by buying girlfriends out in dates, since he can't really get anyone that actually likes him.

Both of them survived the war, since Burn in my AU values her family a lot, they disappointed her, quite often made her really angry, but she never took any brutal measures.

Smolder is the one I changed the least, but basically, despite Burn allowing the marriage of her brothers, since she was afraid she might die and having no heir, either Blaze or Blister, her mortal enemies, would end up becoming queen, but Smolder never found love again after his traumatic experiences with Palm.

At the same time Burn is growing wiser through her years, escaping her violent tendencies, she is being supported and followed by her brothers, especially Scald, who was left alone most of the war, but decided he also should be better, and overcome his alcohol addiction and reapproaching his family to not feel so lonely and cheated any longer.

At the end of my AU arc 1, Blaze returns to the palace and she is welcomed as part of the family once again by all of them.

[kallie-den]

Year of the Bunny

Lihua, a sullen goth girl, finds her school spirit at a pep rally after meeting a bubbly bunnygirl who's more than she initially appears

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Lihua looked down her nose at the tacky, plastic, bunny ear headband that was being offered to her, and sniffed dismissively as loudly as she could.

“Uh… no.” The goth girl spoke in a flat, withering monotone, letting every last bit of her disdain drip from her lips upon each word. “No way.”

Lihua knew exactly how intimidating she could look when she wanted to, with her black lipstick, her array of spiky jewelry, and her thick, dark eyeliner ringing her monolid eyes. Unfortunately, none of that had any effect whatsoever on the obnoxiously cheery girl who was currently getting in her face.

“Aw, c’mon!” The bunny girl standing before her was feigning a pout, although she seemed incapable of sounding genuinely disappointed. “It’s for the year of the rabbit! Where’s your school spirit?”

Lihua almost growled. She’d heard more than enough about ‘school spirit’ from her professor. That was the only reason she’d come to this stupid pep rally in the first place - he’d made it an extra credit assignment, and Lihua needed the grades. She’d come to college to get away from home and meet some interesting people, not to study or come to stupid parties. But she needed the grades, so here she was, moving through the pep rally like the ghost at the feast.

And for some reason, everyone was dressed up like a bunny?

Well, not everyone. But there seemed to be an ever-growing cohort of cheerleaders, all dressed identically in the uniform of the bunny girl: a skimpy black bodysuit, fishnets, heels, and one of those bunny ear headbands. The crowd around Lihua was all women - no surprise there, boys didn’t seem to want to come to a women’s football match - almost all of them were at least sporting the bunny ears. It was surreal. Sure, it was now the year of the rabbit. But what did that have to do with a college football game?

“Ugh. School spirit is so lame,” Lihua complained.

The cheery bunny girl in front of her just giggled. “If you really believed that, you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”

Lihua felt her blood pressure ratchet up a few notches.

The girl she was speaking with was clearly a little different from the others. Her outfit marked her out as some kind of ringleader; alone amongst the bunny girl cheerleaders, she was wearing a varsity jacket over her bodysuit, leggings instead of fishnets, and sneakers instead of heels. Her bunny ears were different too. They were astonishingly lifelike; there was no hint of any headband, and they even twitched with perfect, anatomical realism as the girl spoke. Lihua had no idea what kind of crazy prosthetic work it must have taken to make that possible.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Lihua said in a flat monotone. “ This place was bad enough already. What’s with this lame pop music? It’s like you people have never even heard of Ghost or MCR.”

“I sure can’t!” the bunny girl announced brightly. “See, I gotta get everyone to wear some bunny ears!”

She flashed a peace sign with one hand, and once again pressed the headband towards Lihua with the other.

“Ew.” Lihua folded her arms. “Like I’m gonna do that for a girl I don’t even know.”

“My name’s Chang!” Chang replied. “And you’re Lihua! See? We’re getting to know each other already.”

Lihua frowned. “Hey. How do you know my name?”

Much to her annoyance, Chang giggled, winked, and then actually bounced up and down with glee. “Call it a lucky rabbit guess!”

Lihua rolled her eyes.

“Well, I don’t care how lucky you are,” she retorted. “I’m not wearing your stupid bunny ears, and that’s that.”

“Oh yeah?” Chang’s face slipped into a smug smirk; she couldn’t have broadcast that she thought she was being crafty harder if she’d tried. “Wanna bet?”

Lihua had been about to turn away, but that comment ignited a flicker of competitive curiosity in her heart. “What does that mean?” she demanded.

Chang folded her arms and tapped her foot. It was obvious that, to her, she’d already won. Lihua immediately regretted showing interest.

“It’s simple,” the strange bunny girl replied. “I bet I can get you wearing bunny ears. Let’s make a wager out of it.”

“What do I get if I win?”

Chang shrugged. “Name it.”

Lihua’s dark eyes lit up. She looked around. She hated pep rallies, and this one was no exception. The gymnasium they were occupying was heaving with people, and all of them were being too restless and too noisy for Lihua’s liking. The display of vapidity, idiotic groupthink, and abominably poor taste in music made her sick. This obnoxious bunny girl was obviously one of the ringleaders.

And she had just handed Lihua a chance to ruin everything.

“Name it?” Lihua drawled, squaring up. “Fine. If you can get me to put on those stupid ears, you win. But if you can’t, I win. And if I win, everyone takes the ridiculous bunny outfits off. You understand me? If I win, the year of the rabbit is officially canceled.”

She had been hoping to get the satisfaction of watching Chang balk. Instead, the other girl simply smiled brightly.

“You’re on!”

Lihua was dumbfounded by her senseless optimism, but only for a moment. She folded her arms, mirroring Chang.

“Then read my lips, bimbo bunny,” she said, monotone.  “You’ve already lost. I will never, ever put those things on my head.”

Chang just giggled. “We’ll see!”

She reached into the pocket of her varsity jacket and pulled something out. At first, Lihua thought it was a necklace, but she soon realized it was a coin; a large, very antique-looking coin, marked with Chinese script around the outside. It had a circular hole in the center, and Chang had tied a thin leather cord through it so that she could dangle it like a pendulum. Lihua rolled her eyes at the cliché. She’d seen this setup a hundred times in bad manga and worse hentai.

“Ugh.” She scoffed. “Hypnosis? Really? That’s your brilliant plan?”

“That’s right!”

“This is lame,” Lihua announced. “I win, and I’m leaving. Screw the extra credit.”

She turned and made it a whole step away before the bunny girl’s infuriating laughter stopped her in her tracks.

“Y’know, I was trying to turn you into a bunny, not a chicken,” Chang giggled. “Scared?”

Lihua knew it was bait. She knew it was the oldest trick in the book. She knew Chang just wanted her to keep playing this stupid game. But in that moment, all she wanted in the world was to wipe that smug smile off the bunny girl’s face. The goth girl wheeled back around.

“Ugh. Fine,” she drawled, as sarcastically as she could. “Go ahead. Hypnotize me, then.”

Chang’s smile was undimmed by her scorn. She had been idly toying with her coin in her hands, but now she pinched the other end of the leather cord between thumb and forefinger, and suspended it in the air between herself and the goth girl.

Then, it started to swing.

Lihua stared at the coin as it traced an arc through the air, shimmering with reflected light. Of course she did. What else was she going to look at? It was hard, though, and boring. Lihua’s eyes soon started to glaze over.

“Isn’t it funny, how a pendulum moves?” Chang said. Lihua was determined to tune out her babbling, but she couldn’t, not completely. “Back, and forth, on and on. Forever. Even though that’s impossible.”

“Whatever,” Lihua muttered under her breath.

“See how it picks up speed, at the bottom of each swing?” Chang pressed. “So that it just swings and swings. It never stops. Like magic. Or maybe I’m just moving my hand.” She giggled. “Can you see it?”

Lihua rolled her eyes, but looked. Or at least, she tried. Peeling her gaze away from the coin was remarkably hard. It kept catching her eye back, somehow. Still, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she could see Chang’s hand moving, swaying… maybe. It was hard to tell.

“It’s hard to tell, right?” Chang continued, as if echoing Lihua’s own thoughts. “Too many distractions. All the people, all the music. I guess it’s a bit silly of me to do hypnosis here!”

“Seriously…” Lihua complained under her breath. She failed to notice how slow and sleepy her voice sounded. Concentrating was getting harder.

Maybe it really was all the distractions, just as Chang was saying. The gymnasium was heaving with people, and the hum and buzz of the crowd was all around her. Pop music filled the space, played at a deafening volume. The floor beneath Lihua’s feet was vibrating with the bass and the footsteps. How was she supposed to focus on anything?

“There’s a trick, actually,” Chang confided. “You’re trying to block it all out, right? Don’t! Just let it in. Let it all wash over you. Can’t feel the waves when you’re underwater!”

As soon as Chang had spoken, Lihua realized she had already begun doing just that. Why? She decided she must simply be feeling indulgent. And soon, she discovered that Chang was right. Letting the noise wash over her was disorienting, but only for a moment. It was a little like finding your balance when you were riding a bike.

Before long, Lihua found herself sinking into all the noise. It became part of her - even that obnoxious pop music. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. Relaxing, even.

“You got it!” Chang giggled. “You’re not doing so bad, Lihua. You might really be getting hypnotized.”

It took Lihua a moment to process that, but once she did, she scoffed. “As… as if.”

“Right.” Chang giggled and bounced - but through all her energetic mannerisms, the coin kept swinging in front of Lihua’s face, as regular as a metronome. “You’re not gonna get hypnotized. You? By me? No way.”

Lihua smirked at the admission of defeat, unaware that her face was slipping into a dumb smile. “Right. Duh.”

“Of course not,” Chang agreed. “I’m just a… what was it? A bimbo bunny? I like that! It’s cute. Anyway, there’s no way a bimbo bunny like me could hypnotize you.”

“Uh-huh,” Lihua agreed. She was feeling much more relaxed, now that Chang knew where things stood.

“Hypnosis probably isn’t even real, right?” Chang stepped in closer. Lihua was grateful for that. It made it easier to keep watching the coin. “Just a silly little made-up party trick?”

“Yep.” Lihua scoffed, half-laughing, utterly secure in her victory. “Totally… lame.”

“There’s no way you’re getting hypnotized,” Chang told her. “There’s no way your breathing is slowing down. There’s no way your body is starting to go weak.”

“Uh-huh,” Lihua replied, although she barely even registered Chang’s words. She was too busy staring at the coin. It seemed to be growing larger, somehow. It dominated her vision.

“There’s no way your thoughts are slowing down. There’s no way you’re following along obediently with each and every one of my words.”

“Uh… huh.” There were two coins now, the real one and its illusory double, created as her eyes unfocused. Lihua couldn’t tell which was which.

“There’s no way you keep slowing down, more and more, ready to drop into a nice, obedient trance for me the moment I snap my fingers.”

“Uhhhhhuuuhhh,” Lihua slurred. For her, time itself was slowing to a crawl.

“And there’s no way you’re gonna put these bunny ears on your head.” Chang giggled. “Right, Lihua?”

She snapped her fingers.

Lihua blinked rapidly. The world around her snapped back into focus, with all its sound and fury, but as Chang snatched her coin back into the palm of her hand, the goth girl was robbed of her anchor. Seconds passed, but clarity failed to return to her. Lihua’s head felt as bleary and foggy as it ever had. She couldn’t seem to think at all.

But when Chang offered her the bunny ear headband once more, she knew exactly what to do.

Lihua took it and placed it up on her head.

As Chang started laughing and giggling, Lihua blinked a few more times. Why? Why had she done that?

“Wow!” Chang exclaimed, bouncing with glee. “Would you look at that? Looks like I got lucky, Lihua.”

“I…” Lihua wanted to protest, but she couldn’t think of any excuse. Somehow, defeat wasn’t souring her mood very much. “I guess… so.”

“And that means I won the bet, right?”

“Yeah…” Despite herself, Lihua giggled a little in disbelief. She was too light-headed to keep it back.

Chang screwed up her face and tapped her cheek with her finger. “Hold on. I’ve just realized something. We never agreed on your end of the bet.”

“Oh.” Lihua tried to figure out if that was right or not, but soon gave up. “Yeah.”

“Well, here’s an idea!” Chang’s bright smile returned just as quickly as it had vanished. “You were gonna make everyone stop being bunny girls, right? So I think it’s only fair that, since you lost, you should be a bunny!”

“W-wha…” Lihua’s brow twitched as she struggled to frown through the pleasant mental fog filling her. Something deep inside the goth girl rebelled at the notion of wearing one of those undeniably slutty outfits. “I… uh…”

“C’mon, Lihua,” Chang chided. “Fair’s fair! You lost the bet. You have to.”

“Oh. Right.” Lihua wracked her brains, but as far as she could tell, it was undeniable. She had to. “Yeah. Right. I have to. OK.”

“Perfect!” Chang clapped her hands together excitedly. “You’re gonna look amazing. Who doesn’t love a goth bunny? Girls! We got another one.”

A happy cheer went up all around the pair, although Lihua was too entranced to notice. One of the cheerleaders pressed a bunny outfit into Chang’s hands, and she held it out towards Lihua.

“Here you go! Hurry up, get changed. I wanna see!”

“Uhhhh…” Lihua drooled that mindless vocalization until her hesitation faded. “Uh… sure.”

She took the bodysuit and fishnets and stared at them blankly for a moment before she remembered what to do. If she’d been in her right mind, Lihua would never, ever have even considered getting changed there and then, in the middle of a crowded pep rally. But now, she simply wasn’t thinking about it. She had already let the noise and the people wash over her.

There were no thoughts left in the goth girl’s head at all. All she knew was that she needed to be a bunny.

So, Lihua started changing. With Chang standing right in front of her, watching gleefully, she shucked out of her black skinny jeans and lifted her black, gothic sweater off over her head. Her tank top followed, and then her platform, knee-high boots, leaving her in just her underwear.

Despite the crowd of people milling all around her, no hint of blush touched Lihua’s cheeks. She made no effort to cover herself. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was beyond that. She was too deep.

And she had something she needed to do.

The fishnets were first. Lihua rolled them up over her thighs with relative ease. The bodysuit was next, and harder. It was a very tight fit, pinching her waist and squeezing her tits as it pushed them upwards and together. In the end, she had to turn around so Chang could help zip her up from behind. The strange bunny girl was more than happy to do so, of course - except for a strange opening that was left at the bottom.

“Oh my gosh! It’s perfect!” Change declared, as Lihua reached up to fix her bunny ears. “You’re not quite done yet, though! Here.”

Without a thought, Lihua reached out to accept her next gift: a pair of black high heels.

Lihua hated heels. She hated how lame and mainstream they were, and she hated how they made her feet hurt. She never wore them. And she put the pair of high heels on without a single protest.

Lihua almost fell over when she took her first couple of cautious steps wearing her new high heels, but Chang was there to steady her. Lihua clung to her savior gratefully.

“Is that… it?” Lihua struggled to say. “Am… I… done?”

Chang giggled. “What’s the matter? Still not enjoying yourself?”

“Duh,” Lihua replied sleepily. “S’lame.”

"Aw.” Chang pouted. “Well, that’s a big problem! Remember our bet, Lihua? You don’t just need to dress like a bunny. You need to be a bunny.”

“Oh.” It took Lihua a long moment to wrap her hypnotized head around that. “Uh… right?”

“And let me tell you!” Chang giggled, her grin returning. “Bunnies don’t trudge around looking all sour. You’re no good as a bunny unless we can get some extra spring in your step!”

“Ugh…” Lihua groaned. That sounded unbelievably annoying. Unfortunately for her, she’d lost a bet. She had to. “F… fine.”

“Great!” Chang giggled and bounced again. “Then, first of all, put a smile on that face!”

Lihua rolled her eyes - or rather tried to, leaving her with an addled, skew-eyed expression. Being told to smile was just about number one on her list of pet peeves. Smiling was lame. She was a goth. She didn’t smile.

Until now.

A smile crept automatically across her face. As much as Lihua wanted to refuse, she quickly found herself grinning from ear to ear. It was the bet, she rationalized. She had to.

“Hmm.” Chang scrutinized her thoughtfully. “That’s not bad… but you still don’t look very happy! A real smile needs to come from the heart, Lihua.”

“Tch.” Lihua’s smile drooped. “So… annoying. S’not… gonna happen.”

“We’ll see.” Chang giggled. “I taught you a trick earlier, right? There’s a trick for this too.”

“Ugh…” Lihua drooled, entranced. “C… c’mon…”

“You have to!” Chang reminded her. “And trust me, it’s easy. Just repeat after me: ‘I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny!’”

“God,” Lihua whined. It was so annoying and embarrassing, it was all but unbearable. But she had to. She had to, and that was as far as her addled mind could see. “I’m… a bright… bubbly… bouncy… bunny.”

“Good!” Chang exclaimed. “Again. But with a little more feeling.”

After another attempt to roll her eyes, Lihua obeyed. “I’m… a… bright… bubbly… bouncy… bunny.”

Reluctantly, she injected a little more energy and enthusiasm into the words.

“Good!” Chang repeated. “But keep going! Those are happy words, Lihua. They’ll make you happy too.”

“I’m a… bright, bubbly… bouncy bunny,” Lihua echoed. “I’m a… bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny.”

She tried to make her voice drip with all the contempt she felt, but somehow that vapid, irritating mantra teased something upbeat and giddy out of her. The corners of her mouth kept turning upwards.

“I’m… a bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny?” She tried again. It sounded the same. It sounded happy.

“See!” Chang giggled. “Happy words.”

“I’m… I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.”

Lihua’s nose twitched. She was noticing the way that the ‘b’s at the start of all those words - bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny - made her kiss her lips together for the plosive sound, then pull them apart. It was like a bubble popping with each word. Something about that made her want to giggle.

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.”

Lihua kept repeating it, over and over, slowly becoming numb to the grotesque contrast between the words and her usual demeanor. A different realization was dawning on her instead:

She had started sounding happy because she had started being happy.

Something was happening to her. The words were affecting her, just as Chang had promised. Those happy words. It was impossible to stay so dour and dreary when she kept popping those bubbles with her lips. When she kept announcing to the world that-

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny!”

It made it impossible, somehow, not to feel joyous. It was like every single time the mantra passed her lips, she was exhaling something, and whatever it was, she was left lighter and breezier without it. The lightness was completely foreign to Lihua, and she couldn’t resist the way it lifted her.

It made her bright.

Bubbly.

Bouncy.

Happy.

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny,” Lihua giggled. She was grinning - from the heart now. The feeling was irrepressible.

“You are!” Chang giggled to match her, and bounced with glee. “Well, almost. There’s just one little thing you’re missing.”

“Uh… what?” Lihua leaned in expectantly. This was important. She was supposed to be a bunny. She needed to be.

Because of… a bet? Was that right? Lihua couldn’t really remember. She just remembered the need.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chang reached into the pocket of her jacket and plucked out another object to hand to Lihua - although not before rubbing down its surface with spray from a small bottle of lube. “You need a tail, of course!”

Lihua looked down at the object she now held in her hand. It was a long, thin, silicone cone, flared at the base, with a large, white, fluffy tuft attached to it. She recognized it at once - mostly, from the same trashy hentai she recognized the coin hypnosis trick from.

It was a tail plug.

Right away, Lihua turned bright red. Even trance couldn’t blunt her embarrassment at the thought of what she was about to do. Her bubbly happiness started to fizzle into a twisted kind of nervous excitement. She couldn’t believe this. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist.

But there was no helping it.

She was a bunny. And a bunny needed a tail.

With her cheeks flushed and her hands shaking, Lihua reached behind herself and felt for that opening at the base of her bunny bodysuit. She understood its purpose now. Keeping it pried open with a couple of fingers, she reached back with her other hand, holding the tail plug, and started to push it into her ass.

As soon as she felt the plug’s silicone tip enter her, Lihua gasped. She had never once touched herself back there. The feeling was a revelation. With just the first inch inside her, warm tingles of pleasure started to race up the former goth’s spine. Once she pushed in the next inch, she started seeing stars. Her gasps turned louder and the pleasure made her stumble, and she almost tripped up over the heels she was now wearing.

Like before, though, Chang was immediately there to steady her.

“Come on,” the bunny girl encouraged, her smile now a touch lascivious. “Almost there!”

Lihua was too embarrassed and turned on to meet her gaze. She just nodded gingerly, and kept pushing the plug into herself. With every inch, the sex toy opened her up more and more, adding to her pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet. Her knees were jelly. Lihua didn’t understand why this was turning on so much. She didn’t understand why she was doing it at all.

But she had to.

The hypnotized girl let out a weak, quivering moan as, after several agonizing seconds of pleasure, she felt the plug finally bottom out inside her. The base was left resting perfectly against her ass, snug with the tight-fitting bodysuit, and left her with a perfectly cute little bunny tail.

Anyone looking at Lihua would probably assume it was simply part of her clothes. They would never guess how unbelievably full she felt.

“Yay!” Chang exclaimed. “Now you’re perfect. Just like all my other girls!”

Lihua looked at the ever-growing throng of bunny girl cheerleaders surrounding them. She hadn’t registered it before, but all of them had bunny tails too - just like she now did. Were they all…?

Lihua’s nose twitched again. She would have been frowning, if not for the giddy smile permanently fixed on her face. All the cheerleaders were wearing tail plugs? That was completely, totally wrong… right?

That thought nagged at her for a moment. Part of her was sure there was something wrong… but they were bunnies, weren’t they?

Bunnies just like her.

And bunnies needed tails.

It was as simple as that. Right?

Lihua’s face sagged back into a lazy, dumb smile, satisfied that all was right with the world.

“OK, OK.” Chang took Lihua’s hands in hers. “You’ve totally held up your end of the bet! But there’s just one more thing I’d love to see. Would you do it? For me? Pretty please?”

Lihua giggled and nodded. She was happy to indulge her new friend. She was in a good mood. The best mood ever.

She was a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny.

Chang took a step back and struck a pose. She held her hands up to her chest, wrists bent, miming paws, and then began to swing her hips from side to side rhythmically, bouncing up and down as she did by bending and straightening her legs. Lihua realized she was demonstrating something that she wanted her to do.

“Show me a little bunny dance?” Chang asked hopefully.

Lihua paused and thought. She didn’t have to do this. She just needed to be a bunny, and she was already a bunny. She’d held up her end of the bargain. Chang had already said so.

And yet…

Energy was bubbling up within her, and that energy needed an outlet. She felt so bright and bouncy. Having a plug inside her ass already made it difficult not to squirm. And… something about the dance Chang was demonstrating was hypnotic. The way her hips were swinging reminded Lihua of the coin.

“Uh… uh-huh.” The agreement slipped out of Lihua’s lips before she could think about what she was agreeing to.

“Yay!” Chang clapped her hands together and bounced more energetically than ever before, then stepped back. “Go ahead!”

Nervously, Lihua took a step forward into the small open space Chang had left before her. Her cheeks went from hot to scorching as she took up the pose Chang had demonstrated for her, miming like her hands were bunny paws.

It was desperately embarrassing. Before tonight, Lihua would never ever have considered doing something so humiliating.

But she was a bunny now.

Blushing uncertainly, Lihua started to swing her hips, imitating Chang. The rhythm of the motion was surprisingly easy to find. It was already inside her head. She just had to think about that swinging coin. Once she started to get used to the cutesy, silly dance, her embarrassment started to fade, replaced by the joy that came with being a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. There was just one unexpected problem, and it became even more pronounced as Lihua started bending her knees and bouncing her body up and down.

The tail plug in her ass.

With each swaying, bouncing motion, the sex toy seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into Lihua’s body. On each beat of the dance, it pressed insistently on hitherto unknown pleasure centers within her, bringing a moan to her lips and turning her legs to jelly. It was bliss, but it was torture.

But she couldn’t stop. She was a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.

As she danced, Lihua soon became aware of just how wet she was. With the plug bringing her insistent bursts of pleasure, she was starting to soak through her panties and soil her new bunny outfit with proof of her arousal. That thought made her blush even deeper with shame, but she could sense that Chang didn’t mind. There was nothing but happiness on the bunny girl’s face as she watched Lihua dance.

“Look at you!” Chang exclaimed gleefully. “You’re a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny.”

Just hearing that made Lihua giggle. “I’m a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny!” she echoed, her voice an aroused pant from the exertion and the pleasure.

Lihua’s dancing was becoming more and more energetic and more and more sexual, but she didn’t care. She was bouncing her hips fervently, bouncing and grinding against the air and pushing back her ass every time she sank down. It wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Lihua had already moved past that. She just wanted to feel even better. To work her tail plug even deeper into her ass. To fully experience the pleasure that was swelling within her.

Suddenly, Lihua looked around. The cheerleaders she had been internally scorning earlier were all around her - and nobody who was looking would be able to tell Lihua apart from the rest. She was dressed exactly like them, and they were dressed exactly like her. The only remaining trace of her individuality was the goth makeup on her face, and even that was now little more than a small, easily-overlooked detail. An accent that merely underscored their similarities.

And they were all dancing, just like her.

All of them were doing that bunny dance - hands up as paws, hips swaying, legs bouncing. Somehow, they acted in perfect coordination, like they were all moving to the rhythm of Chang’s swinging coin.

Lihua didn’t need to check to know that they were all wearing tail plugs too. She could tell from the lewd, needy way they moved, and the small gasps of pleasure on each of their lips.

She was one of them. And that made her happy.

Why wouldn’t it?

They were all bright, bouncy, bubbly bunnies. It was such a happy thing to be.

Lihua instinctively stepped back to dance in formation with her fellow bunnies. They eagerly parted to accept her into their ranks, and within no time they were all dancing together. And Chang was right there in front of them, surveying her handiwork with a broad smile.

“You turned out so great!” she said to Lihua, ears twitching. “I’d love to stay and watch, honestly. But I think some new people have just arrived. I need to go and give them exactly the kind of warm welcome I gave you.”

Lihua nodded, her dumb grin widening. Chang was going to make more bunnies, and more bunnies were a good thing. Soon, they would all be bunnies together, dancing in the gymnasium at this pep rally.

Lihua had finally found her school spirit.

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Whos the best daddy: oda, jingyuan or childe?

WELCOME TO THE DADDY OLYMPICS 🔥

I shall be your fine hostess for the evening so BUCKLE UP! We have a fine selection of men here, all amazing but do not be fooled by their charms, they are beyond deadly!! In the wise words of Mr Pedro Pascal "Daddy is a state of mind." and today, we shall find out which one of these three men has what it takes!

The first man we have is the 11th Harbinger, Tartaglia! Or Childe! Or Ajax! Or however the fuck you want to call him, he has too many names!! (One is enough my good Sir.)

Renowned as a family man, Mr Tartaglia writes letters to his whole family and loves all of his siblings very much, so much so that he is willing to lie in order to keep their dreams intact. While some people might argue what he is doing is wrong (and in a way they're right) but his intentions are always pure and just wants his family to have a good life.

What a gem of a man!

We are also aware that this man is LOADED, so his family or friends do not need to worry about any expenses whatsoever, regardless of how much they cost, Mr Tartaglia has you COVERED!

However.

As unfortunate as it may be, Mr Tartaglia simply lacks the certain finesse that your classic Daddy™ requires to have. His boyish charms are out of this world but they are indeed just that - boyish!

Besides, I personally believe that he'd be more of a "Sir" type of guy. "Sir" and "Daddy" are indeed powerful authority figures but there is a slight difference there.

The final ranking for Mr Tartaglia is 6/10. He is handsome and strong, but he's too much of a kind elder brother figure, or a "Sir" to ever truly quality as a Daddy. At least, that's what I think.

Oh boy, it's getting saucy now! 🥴🤤

This is general Jing Yuan, a man renowned for his lazy and carefree attitude but behind that smile is an incredible tactician who can strike like a lion at any given moment. Despite his attitude, be very, very afraid of him.

Isn't that just so sexy of him?

Tall, husky and sweet, Jing Yuan fits the mold of "Daddy" quite nicely. And to top it off, he has a young child under his care! Their interactions are heartwarming and precious, I can't stop staring at the screen whenever the two are on it and I know for a fact that I'm not alone there <333

His out of this world voice (I'm talking about the English dub) makes me melt - if he tells me to do something, I will do it.

No questions asked.

His authority as a general also gives him great power and leverage as well. A kind man who has the ability to crush anyone who gets in his way is always an amazing Daddy™!

I simply must give this beautiful general a perfect 10/10 score! 😍

And finally, the last man of the hour is the darling Oda Sakunosuke, or Odasaku for short! <33 :3

Where, oh where do I begin with this man? He has the blood of many people on his hands and yet, he managed to worm his way into the heart of the Port Mafia's youngest but most dangerous executive that has ever lived, which is nothing to scoff at I assure you.

While his status as a mafioso gives an air of uncertainty about his whereabouts and well being, it is safe to say that he, like Jing Yuan, is quite the Daddy™. Kind, caring but also incredibly humorous, he is the ideal package. Walks and coffee shop dates would be beyond interesting with this man and besides, I'm sure that his long and slender fingers will be good for other things besides writing! ;)

This man also takes care of an entire gaggle of orphans! Isn't he just amazing?!

Unfortunately, there is one glaring issue though -

His kids are dead!!

That's right you heard it here folks, his kids got blown up! Don't worry Odasaku, I'll be more than happy to give you as many kids as you want! Do you want a son? A daughter? Both??

My body is READY!

As much as I want to give this man a 10, his job and the fact that his kids are blown to bits knocks out a point. I'm sorry Odasaku, but your final ranking is a strong and massive 9/10.

Folks, this is where you step in! Yes that's right, YOU! YOU vote which one of these men is the ✨ ULTIMATE DADDY! ✨

[spaceshipkat]

Do you have any clue why an author would get a six figure deal, suggesting publisher investment, but isn’t really being pushed (at least visibly)? I am not just assuming things… the author has said this themselves on social media. I don’t get metaphorically shelving a book before it’s even out when you gave the author a large sum to acquire it.

hhhhh i'll be honest, anon, this is something that pretty much everyone i know is confused by. part of it could be the tradpub assuming the author will do the work for them bc they have the money for marketing (as if an author doesn't have other expenses, and as if the money is paid in a timely manner), part of it could be the marketing wasn't negotiated into your contract, part of it could be an author and agent aren't willing or able to fight back against the publisher being a roadblock, part of it could be that the publisher just ... isn't known for doing any marketing (like tor--not necessarily all its imprints, since bramble does okay if we ignore the fact that its most successful books were selfpub successes that went viral on tiktok first, but definitely tor itself, or harpercollins, which has been known to not even print ARCs for authors)

so i don't think it's necessarily the publisher automatically shelving the book it just bought more than simply ... not doing anything to try to help the book and author for reasons beyond me. it genuinely baffles me, and i know it baffles countless other authors. definitely a part of it is whether or not the author in question is cishet and/or white (because authors of color and queer authors routinely get the shaft far more often than their white or cishet counterparts), but that's not the only reason

all i know for sure is that, more and more often these days, the publisher expects the author to do most if not nearly all of the marketing, regardless of how much money they spend on a book. it's why there's such a flood of selfpub successes being acquired (so long as they're white and cishet, at least) or books by people with a big platform but no writing ability whatsoever. yes, newbs still get acquired, and even authors with no platform whatsoever. there's a lot of pushback from authors because it's fucked what publishers are expecting them to do on top of writing the damn book. but i unfortunately don't see how this situation can resolve itself, since tradpubs keep cutting their workforce and giving a dozen books to one singular publicist with the expectation that the publicist will focus on the books most likely to make the publisher a lot of money without the publisher even breaking a sweat over it

this is probably an unsatisfying answer, but alas. if i ever hear anything, you know i'll share it!!

[stevensaus]

Closing Your Digital Front Door Before Protesting

As protests continue — and hopefully, continue to grow — there are some things to take into consideration.

First, it’s possible to quickly get striking, good looking signs inexpensively. I outlined how I made these superhero-themed signs back into 2018 in a blog post for about $5 each in this blog post: https://ideatrash.net/2018/03/howto-get-striking-and-inexpensive-foa.html

However, the other thing to consider is digital security. ActivistChecklist and The Markup have good resources; I did something slightly different though, and I thought I’d outline that as well.

I had purchased an old Android phone a while back to serve as a barometric pressure sensor off of eBay; I’d won that bid for about $30. It doesn’t have a SIM card, which means that it can only use wifi, but also isn’t tied to me in any way through the cell modem. That wasn’t a problem for my original use for it, but also meant that the guidelines above had to be modified somewhat.

The basic guidelines — turning off biometric unlocking and a lengthy PIN — still hold. I also put my emergency contact phone numbers as the “owner information” on the Android lock screen, so that the numbers are visible without unlocking the phone. (The process may vary from model to model, but some guides and examples are here and here, or you can create a lockscreen photo that has the appropriate information. This is an adjunct to writing those numbers on your arm with a permanent marker.

I installed Organic Maps for directions (because I suck at land navigation). It works completely offline without any problems whatsoever, including looking up points of interest that are already on the map. It’s good enough for regular use as well, in my opinion.

The biggest problem/hurdle is communication. Without a SIM card, you’re reliant on bluetooth or wifi to send or receive data. I did not install Bridgefy — partially because of the required Google login, but more importantly, because it kept crashing. I also tried Briar, but while it installed fine, and even was able to add contacts between this phone and my regular one, no messages got back and forth either via wifi or bluetooth. Signal, my normal go-to, was unfortunately out of the question, because it seemed very unhappy trying to link a second phone as a device. So I ended up putting DeltaChat on this secondary phone, which while meaning I’d be reliant on wifi, does have encryption and can also just use email as a back end as well. Worst case scenario, it’s like I’m back in the 1990s, oh well.

I also have an XMPP server running that could also provide encryption via Conversations. I also have a Matrix server on a homelab that can bridge connections to other networks (including SMS and Signal) as well. While there’s a small break in the E2E encryption with that setup, that break happens entirely and only on a computer entirely under my control that’s sitting in a reasonably secure location. (Also, I think I can enable it, but I haven’t, since it’s literally just me on there.)

After doing all of that, I disabled and deactivated and force-stopped every other bit of Samsung and Google installed on the phone that I could.

I’m perfectly aware that this is not a perfect or impenetrable setup. Ultimately, the best digital security here is to not take your phone at all and rely on paper maps if needed. I made compromises based on my technical ability and how much inconvenience I am willing to accept in the name of security. I’d compare this to locking your doors at night instead of leaving the front door wide open. Someone can still break in, but it’s not trivial for them to do so.

Your security requirements, technical ability, and resources will vary from mine. Mine may change as the environment in the US becomes worse.

But take the time to consider what you are able to do and are comfortable with doing instead of walking to a protest or other action with your digital front door entirely open.

Featured Image by Darwin Laganzon from Pixabay

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